Driving in the car this afternoon I heard a man's voice. It was low and deep and sounded like "Whaaaaakiisssmaass". Since the radio was off my heart began to race. What could it be? Did someone climb into the car somehow. You know, while it was moving. I was near panic attack when son says, "Mom - aren't you going to answer your phone?"
I had forgotten that I programmed the ringer to play White Christmas. And my battery was dying out so Bing Crosby sounded like he was on Ludes. "Whaaaaakiisssmaass".
It reminded me of the time Kevin Charnas's parents woke up one night convinced that there was an ice cream truck downstairs in the living room playing the diddley dee song over and over again. Because, apparently it was logical to them that a demented, house-breaking ice cream man was lying in wait in his truck. Well hell, it could have been worse. Mr. Crosby could have been hiding in the backseat.