I am told in a female frenzy of a voice what time it is at odd times. It has no rhyme or reason. Not hourly or even mid-day, its just random out of the blue telling of time.
She tells me when a call is coming in but I can tell myself by the ring-tone.
My phone tells me I have voice mail although I already have a beep that told me I have it.
Every button I push she repeats out loud what I just did. Its a good thing my phone doesn't dispense tampons so she could announce to the world when I am on a Mother nature week trip.
My phone needs a sexier male voice if it wants to send me little random hints of daytime and that it just went into lock mode.
The Blonde doesn't like talking on her phone!
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