Give me all your doughnuts!

So, at work today I answered the phone in my usual manner, "Thanks for calling [name of work]. This is Myriah, how can I help you?"

A male voice, slow, and filled with wonder, says, "Myriah?"

Me, pausing, then, "Yes."

He says, "Wow. That is a lovely name."

"Thank you."

I start to look around to see if anyone can see this. Of course they can't, but I look around frequently, desperately searching for someone to share this with.

He says, "May I....(pauses)... may I ask how you spell it?"

I pause, still looking around, and indulge him this small favor.

He says, "Well, that is simply beautiful."

I thank him once again and say, "Oh, I'll tell my parents, they will be pleased."

He laughs.

That one always works. It's a rather standard answer for me, and it almost always gets a laugh or a smile.

So I say, "Well, what can I help you with today?"

He starts to reply, then he pauses. I hear him slowly exhale. "Umm... well, uh....I can't... I can't quite remember.... your name distracted me so....I...I guess I'll have to call you back."

He couldn't remember.

He couldn't remember.

It's not his fault my parents gave me such a bewitching name, and seeing how I had all my faculties about me I prompted, "Perhaps you were calling to schedule an appointment?"

"AH! Yes, that was it!"




I think I go through phases of inadvertently bewitching men. I must be in one such phase now, because just last week while visiting Tara, I lured (quite unintentionally) a young man to her apartment and somehow beguiled him into giving us the doughnuts he had just purchased.

I don't know how it happened. It just did.