Always Verify Who is Really Calling You

Today at lunch, I walked out of work with some co-workers. We were chattering and laughing, so I wasn't paying attention when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, saw (or so I thought) that Casey was calling, and I answered, "What's up, baby girl, how you doin'?"

Silence.


I glanced again, saw the C and G and full bars and waited for her to speak. A man's voice said, "Tami?" My heart stopped thinking it was Casey's husband, Eric, and that something was wrong. That is, until he continued. "This is Corey with blah blah blah..."

Oh.my.f**king.word... it's my mortgage lender!

Maybe he didn't hear me. Maybe my phone cut out. Maybe after MONTHS of having signal issues that annoyed me, this would be the time it saved me. Nope, not so much.
I said, "Oh my gosh, Corey, I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else."And that's when he lost it. He laughed and laughed saying, "I can honestly say I've never been called 'baby girl' before. And I've been called a lot of names."
We finished our conversation even though he chuckled for a good part of it. I, on the other hand, kept trying to apologize and figure out a way to reclaim just an ounce of my savvy business-like persona. I'm just glad I didn't think it was my sister and answer with a few of my personal favorite terms of endearment for her: "Slut puppy, ho bag, douche nozzle, or fart blossom." So I guess that's a blessing. I've got that going for me.