"Burying the lede" is a journalism phrase that I reference a lot. Because I like to sound like a journalist. And because people are often making that mistake.
My parents are currently in Asia, on a schedule 12 hours ahead of me. As is my brother. I haven't talked to them in about a week. All of this is OK us, so long as nothing goes wrong. Today in class, I receive a voice mail from a number I don't recognize. Already antsy for Thanksgiving break to begin and sleep deprived, the unknown number distracts me through lecture until we're finally let out and I check my messages. "Hello," she begins, "This is a friend of your mother's. Please call me." Long pause.
Did something happen? Are they OK? Maybe she just needs me to drop something off or pass a message?
"I'd like to speak to you." Another pause. "When you call, just say your name after the machine message and I'll know it's you and pick up-" What? This is sounding serious and vague.
"I just want to make sure you had somewhere to go for Thanksgiving."
Worst. Voicemail. Ever.
1 comment:
I appreciate your journalism reference.
We will see you back here on Monday. Goodnight.
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