Tuesday, February 5, 2008

I Thought Regis Was Calling Me, I Swear

So last night about 6:20 my cell rang, and it never rings, so I figured it was important. I checked Caller ID and noticed it was a long distance number. I stopped breathing for a second.... could it be? Could The Wild Child be a finalist???? I answered, and a cheery, professional-sounding woman said, "Can I speak to Sosh-a XXXX?" Misprounounced, so I know she doesn't know me.

I'm thinking, holy shit, this is it! She got picked!

I'll be damned it if wasn't CVS. Which was still a fab call, because they totally hooked me up with some extra ECB since my receipt printed blank the other day during the sickness debacle, but I was still crestfallen.

It was almost like the time I was 8 and ice skating for the first time and watching this lady give some young girls lessons and they were just so pretty, and with my Dorothy Hamil haircut and all, I just knew I was destined for greatness on the ice.

And before I knew it, the lesson lady was skating my way- she had something to say to me!!! I was sure she was going to ask who in the world I was, where I'd been, and why wasn't I taking lessons, because I was olympic-bound!!!

Turns out, I needed to leave the ice because it was time to re-ice the damn rink.

That's the story of my life.

1 comment:

Traci Anne said...

They could still call! Maybe it was a mistake!