"Oh my GOD! I f*cking rush to the phone in mid-dump pants around the ankles and it's YOU!?!"
There is complete silence on the line.
Then I say calmly, as my heart has now stopped, "Hello?"
"Hi...my name is Leah, I'm calling from Philosophy at Nordstrom. May I speak with Laura?"
I should have just said, "Sorry, wrong number" or started to speak in a foreign tongue but the blood started rushing out of my head so fast, I just said, "This is her."
What a f*cking mortifying lesson to learn. I will NEVER do this again. I will always say hello first.
She informed me about an event in May that I had expressed an interest in attending and was very sweet and polite. When we were about to hang up I told her that I thought it was my husband (who also works for Nordstrom) and we like to play these silly jokes when we call each other.
Even if that was the case, we still sound like a bunch of sick perverts.
And didn't I just say in my last post that I'm going to try and be more feminine??? I'm off to a great start.