I am my secretary
Dateline: Mumbai, 1 PM
My direct line rings.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Laxmi Mehta, and I would like to invite Mr. Esquiver to a reception next week."
"This is Esquiver speaking. Thanks for the invitation -- what's the reception for?"
"Ma'am, could I just have his email address, please?"
"Whose?"
"Mr. Esquiver's."
"Ah. This is Esquiver. Not a mister, as you can hear. Ha, ha. So, anyway, what can I do for you?"
"Ma'am , could you just tell him please that we would like to invite him on the 24th...."
My direct line rings.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Laxmi Mehta, and I would like to invite Mr. Esquiver to a reception next week."
"This is Esquiver speaking. Thanks for the invitation -- what's the reception for?"
"Ma'am, could I just have his email address, please?"
"Whose?"
"Mr. Esquiver's."
"Ah. This is Esquiver. Not a mister, as you can hear. Ha, ha. So, anyway, what can I do for you?"
"Ma'am , could you just tell him please that we would like to invite him on the 24th...."
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esquiver said...
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Anonymous said...
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Anonymous said...
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- 1:42 PM
Post a CommentIncidentally, I did finally succeed in convincing her that I was Esquiver, but it took a while. By that time, I have to admit, I rather curtly turned down the invitation and rang off.
Here's what I have to imagine happened next:
Laxmi's colleague: "I guess you kind of screwed that one up, huh?"
Laxmi: "Oh, come on! Like it was my fault! I mean, he had this really high voice, you know?"
Welcome back! Hope you had a happy (29th?)birthday,too :)
You should have told them that Esquiver is the really tall guy (In addition to having a high voice)...
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