“Record Street Home, Chef Stephen speaking, can I help you?”
“Yes, this is Gladys Tushysmacker, my mother Anna is going to be out to lunch.”
“Please hold, and I’ll connect you to the nurses station.”
Then my boss, the director, pops in. She is an angry ex-Marine.
“Stephen, did you put two plastic containers in the recycle without rinsing them out?”
I always say, if you can’t think of anything better, tell the truth:
“Yes, and I will work on my taking out the trash skills.”
She is really not bad for a macho, short-haired, man-hating type.
I think she is kind of sexy in a weird way.