Although I left a message on the answering message to cancel our appointment with the insurance company, the woman we had met the day before showed up.
I thought my husband was joking when he said, “Gosh! It can’t be true. She’s here!”
I was packing a bag for the beach and met her outside.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I called the office yesterday and left a message at your attention to cancel our appointment.”
She looked at me. “When did you call?”
“Before noon. Definitely less than two hours after we met.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t get anything.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
“There was one call,” she added. “But no message.”
I shrugged. “I left a message.”
“Did you wait for the beep?” she asked. “Because you have to wait for the beep before leaving a message.”
I couldn’t believe she had said that. Gosh, I’ve got an answering machine since the early 80’s when I was still a student in Paris.
“I know what a beep is,” I said before heading inside.
The screen door slammed behind me.
My daughter said, “Don’t worry, Mom, she is the stupid one.”
My husband came back and said on a proud tone, “I told her that it was better for all of us that we found someone else to work with since we had obviously a serious communication issue.”
I slid the sunscreen and bug spray in my bag and said, “Let’s go to the beach.”