It's always the way
Mar. 4th, 2009 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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am0's post about bourbon yesterday, I was moved to have some Elmer T. Lee bourbon. So, as Alistair Cooke used to say, "The most melodious sound in the world is ice clinking into a glass at 4 pm" and the Elmer T Lee was poured. I went into the living room, sat down, and prepared to enjoy.
The phone rang. It was an interviewer. Her telephone connection (perhaps the fact she was calling from some Gawd-forsaken place where furrin languages are spoken and her accent was heavy) was bad and the background noise in the interviewing room was pretty loud. I had to ask her to repeat herself regularly. All this time the Elmer T Lee was sitting in the living room and being diluted by the ice.
It took me 5 minutes to get back to my drink. Interviewer, nothing personal, but I don't like you.
am0's post about bourbon yesterday, I was moved to have some Elmer T. Lee bourbon. So, as Alistair Cooke used to say, "The most melodious sound in the world is ice clinking into a glass at 4 pm" and the Elmer T Lee was poured. I went into the living room, sat down, and prepared to enjoy. The phone rang. It was an interviewer. Her telephone connection (perhaps the fact she was calling from some Gawd-forsaken place where furrin languages are spoken and her accent was heavy) was bad and the background noise in the interviewing room was pretty loud. I had to ask her to repeat herself regularly. All this time the Elmer T Lee was sitting in the living room and being diluted by the ice.
It took me 5 minutes to get back to my drink. Interviewer, nothing personal, but I don't like you.
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Date: 2009-03-05 04:17 am (UTC)"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. goodbye"
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Date: 2009-03-05 07:42 am (UTC)