But again, I ended up getting the wrong number.
God bless mothers everywhere.
My life now.
And so it is.
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“A gracious good afternoon” I said, imitating the voice of Ernestine, the telephone operator, “have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?”
“Yes, I know who you are,” said Mummy. “You are an operator.”
“No” I said, “I am no longer an operator. I am a supervisor, snort.”
“So you’ve been promoted?” inquired Mummy.
“Yes. You know, I am a high school graduate, snort.”
“No one ever could do it as well as you,” says Mummy.
“Except Lily Tomlin” I say.
Indeed, I met Lily Tomlin the first time, at the age of fourteen, at one of her performances at the Ice House in Denver. For years, I drove everyone crazy with my “gracious good afternoon”.
Mummy seems to have gone into her own zone again, so I ask,
“Did you watch the finale of America’s Got Talent?
(That particular year, I cared.)
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