...stupidity. When I would get bored taking calls I would often liven things up by trying out different accents or using my phone sex voice. One afternoon I answered a call in a breathy voice and then realized, "Crap, I have to keep talking like this til this stinkin' call is over." (I've never been terribly bright.) Anyway, towards the end of my call the gentleman I was speaking with said, "It must spur on a young man's testosterone to hear your voice." I couldn't resist so I said, still sexin' it up, "Sir, I'm a man." Dead silence. "Just kidding, I'm a girl!" More silence.
I soon found other ways to occupy myself during calls; like coloring in coloring books. It gets me in less trouble.
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