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Thursday, July 19, 2012
Someone's Talking In My Handbag....
Someone's Talking In My Handbag...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I kept hearing a far away voice, I turned to look, I see no one. Skip, do you hear that, I asked. Of course, Skip didn't hear it. :)))
We go into the waiting room... we sit after I signed in I looked around ... there is that voice again. I can't figure it.
I opened my handbag to take a bottle of water from it... that voice is coming from inside it! Where is it coming from?
As I took my hand to move things this way, that way... I realized I had put my cellphone in my handbag. I don't usually do that. I could hear someone talking.
As I picked the cellphone up, it went silent. I was glad because I realized what happened... I've done this before. When I put the cellphone back into its case, buttons were pressed... making a call that I didn't choose to make. :)))
I was glad it went silent... my face felt red, I was too embarassed to say what happened. So, if it was 'you', and you're reading now... hey, I'm very sorry... I'm ducking my head in shame now! :)))
Oh... Skip and I were 'gossiping'... I hope you didn't hear that, either... hopefully, the 'walls' of my handbag prevented that, ha! I'm just saying............................................ :)))