yes, its crap, but fun crap
Nov. 6th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fizzawritesThe phone rang. It was probably the damn Chilean again. Her assistant, Tyler was halfway through his sentence of “I’ll get the phone, Ms. Searcy”, when she picked up the line herself.
“Ambassador Tougas, did you leave a message for me last night?”
“How.. hello Molly, how did you know it was me.”
“Because I have eight messages on my voice mail since one this morning and its now six. You’re still on Santiago time Ambassor, if you want me to be frank, and it’s getting quite annoying. You may call incessently like this only the day before and the day of the trip to your home country. Not now.”
“I’ve already annoyed you, so why not continue to do it now.”
“What is it then?” she leaned back in her chair and fiddled with her simple, yet elegant paper clip, and wondered how many atoms of steel it contained while Tougas started speaking in rapid fire Spanglish.
“Ambassador Tougas, did you leave a message for me last night?”
“How.. hello Molly, how did you know it was me.”
“Because I have eight messages on my voice mail since one this morning and its now six. You’re still on Santiago time Ambassor, if you want me to be frank, and it’s getting quite annoying. You may call incessently like this only the day before and the day of the trip to your home country. Not now.”
“I’ve already annoyed you, so why not continue to do it now.”
“What is it then?” she leaned back in her chair and fiddled with her simple, yet elegant paper clip, and wondered how many atoms of steel it contained while Tougas started speaking in rapid fire Spanglish.
