I first heard that voice 22 years ago, and I still try to shake it from my head when I remember how I had the misfortune of answering that phone and taking that message for my college roommate.
“Is your roommate there?” The question boomed through the handset, and I moved it further from my ear to save my delicate eardrum.
“No, she’s not,” I replied in my sweetest voice.
“Well, tell her I called!” The dismissing tone and the volume level set me off, and I made an instant decision that I did not particularly like the person on the other end.
“And your name would be…?” My sweetness was gone as I searched frantically for the ESP the caller obviously assumed I possessed.
“I’m from her chemistry class, and we have a project due. Just tell her I called!” Click.
Okay then. If I remember to pass on the message, I’ll be sure to tell her she should find another partner for that project.
I eventually did pass on that message. I’m really quite considerate, even when I have a phone call-induced migraine.
My roommate went on to complete her chemistry project, and a few weeks later, we hit the town to celebrate.
That’s when I met her chemistry partner.
That’s when I found out he had a wonderful sense of humor, a love of football, and a strong desire to serve his country.
That’s when I found out that he likes to portray a tough guy, but really is tender and kind.
That’s when I met the man I would eventually call husband and father of my children.
Thanks for calling my roomy all those years ago, Hubby Dear!
Now, please… use your inside voice!
*This quick story on my first conversation with my husband was written for today’s Five Minute Friday prompt – Voice. Want to write with wild abandon for five minutes? Try it out.