The clerk at the dentist's office left me a voice mail message the other day, cancelling my cleaning appointment for the third time since March 19 and this time not even estimating when they'll be reopening. I had to laugh when I replayed her message because I understood exactly what was going on. Occasionally for volunteer jobs I've had to make dozens of calls in a row, leaving the exact same canned message each time, and after a while my mind decides, "This is boring! Vocal cords, prepare to go off script." Good luck getting back on message.
I could tell the poor clerk had reached that point when she said: "We'll call you to reschedule at [giving the office phone number]. Oh. No. We'll call you."
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