(Cameron Kelly Rosenblum’s avatar of me.)
I have daily blog ideas floating around in my peabrain dying to get out, I’m gonna let this true story escape, mostly because I need to release it to the universe.
You’d Like to Enroll…
(Caller ID said Florida, but it sounded a whole lot like India)
“Hello, I’m calling for Julie Kingssssllleeeey.”
“Yes,” I say, listening to the paper rustling and obvious commotion. “I’m she.”
“Yes, umm, Mrs. Kingssslllleeey, I would like to discuss your bladder.”
“Really, my bladder? That a very interesting subject.”
“Yes, it is. We’d like some pertinent information from your very valuable information about your very important organ.”
“Yes, bladders are important. Aren’t they? But we have a little problem, I only discuss my bladder with my personal friends and on my blog.”
“But, you see Mrs. Kingsssleyyyy, you may enroll your bladder in this very valuable law suit.”
“A very valuable law suit?”
“Yessss, you will be joining other bladders in this very lawsuit of value.”
“Well, if you put it that way. Sign me up.”
“I thought that your bladder would say that because it is valuable.”
“And smart,” I say. “I’ve got a very smart bladder.”
Call center commotion. A scream rings out. And the line goes dead.
“Call lady, you okay?”
Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.
My bladder does feel somewhat violated. Maybe, I’ll feed it some cranberry juice to make it all better.