"You wrote out a script?" I kicked off my sneakers.
"Last night. So we wouldn't be nervous." She handed it to me.
" 'Hello, blank, my name is blank,' " I read in a Wilma Flintstone voice, " 'and I got your name --' We're not really going to say this?"
"Why not? What would you say?"
"I don't know. Something less boring."
"Like what?"
"Hi, this is Maple from Victoria's Secret, calling to confirm your lingerie order?' "
"Tacky," she said.
"There's always the old 'Hello, is your refrigerator running?' "
"Joy. We are not in the fifth grade. This is serious. What's wrong with my script?"
But I couldn't give it up. "How about 'Hello, this is the front desk. Your iguanas have arrived?' "
"Okay, smartass. Go for it." She handed me the phone.
"Me?" It came out a squeak. Where was the smartass when I needed her?
Oy, Joy! copyright 1999
"Last night. So we wouldn't be nervous." She handed it to me.
" 'Hello, blank, my name is blank,' " I read in a Wilma Flintstone voice, " 'and I got your name --' We're not really going to say this?"
"Why not? What would you say?"
"I don't know. Something less boring."
"Like what?"
"Hi, this is Maple from Victoria's Secret, calling to confirm your lingerie order?' "
"Tacky," she said.
"There's always the old 'Hello, is your refrigerator running?' "
"Joy. We are not in the fifth grade. This is serious. What's wrong with my script?"
But I couldn't give it up. "How about 'Hello, this is the front desk. Your iguanas have arrived?' "
"Okay, smartass. Go for it." She handed me the phone.
"Me?" It came out a squeak. Where was the smartass when I needed her?
Oy, Joy! copyright 1999
A Richard Jackson Book/Atheneum Books for Young Readers/ Simon & Schuster
