In case my last posts were unclear, I've been sick. Not like hospital sick, but like lay on the couch and watch CSI and nap for 4 days sick. I have asthma and when I get a cold, everyone knows it. It goes straight to my lungs and I sound worse than dead. I was a responsible adult, though, and called my clients to let them know I was sick and that their work would be delayed approximately one week. The conversation(s) with one customer is (are) too good to keep to myself.
ME: I'm sick, cough, cough, and I hope to have your quilts to you by next Tuesday.
CUSTOMER: Oh, dear, you sound terrible.
ME: Thank you. That helps so much. Cough, cough, cough.
CUSTOMER: So you think the quilts will be done by the end of this week?
ME: No, I'll probably be down a few more days (cough, cough), but I can probably have them to you by Tuesday. Cough, cough, cough, sneeze.
CUSTOMER: Oh, OK. But when will you start working on them? Tomorrow?
ME: Cough, cough, cough, cough, I'll call you when I'm feeling better to give you a more definite time.
CUSTOMER: OK. But if you feel better sooner, you'll work on them?
ME: Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough. I'll do the best I can and call you when I'm feeling better, ok?
CUSTOMER: OK. Goodbye.
Three hours later....
ME: (waking up to answer the phone) Hello? cough, cough, cough, hack, cough, gasp for breath, etc.
CUSTOMER: It's me again. I was just checking to see if you were feeling better yet.
ME: Cough, cough, cough. No. I'm afraid it'll be a few more days.
I actually checked call ID later on to see if I dreamed the second phone call. I didn't.
You can't make this stuff up!