If my office phone rings between 5:15 and 5:30 p.m., I’m instantly hopeful because there’s a good chance there’s one of two little voices ready to greet me on the other end.
I regularly get calls at the office from my nieces when they’re on their way home from school. My sister picks them up after work and then they all head for home. If I’m getting to talk to them, it’s normally for one of three reasons.
1) Something happened at school and they want to tell me about it.
2) They are whiny and my sister wants them in a better mood.
3) They are talking non-stop and driving my sister nuts. She hands them the already dialing phone and sics ‘em on poor Aunt Misty.
But regardless of the reason why they’re calling, it always ends the same way: me sitting in my office having a rather odd conversation with a 6- and 9-year-old. The beauty of it is, the youngest still hasn’t mastered the art of using a phone correctly. That means I’m always on speaker phone and have to talk loudly because the phone is normally 3 miles from someone’s face. I can often hear snickering from the newsroom during these phone calls.
Earlier this week, I was treated with a No. 3 phone call. Here’s how it went:
Me: Pharos-Tribune newsroom, this is Misty speaking. How can I help you?
Ashlynn, my youngest niece: Hi Misty! What are youuuuuuu doing?
Me: Ashlynn! Hi, sweetie! I’m working. What are you doing?
Ashlynn: Driving home from school.
Me: You’re driving? I didn’t know you knew how to drive!
Ashlynn: No, silly. Mommy’s driving.
Me: Oh, OK. Is she doing a good job?
Ashlynn: No. OK, bye Misty. I love you!