What is that sound? I'm on the phone with Sis. Marisela, having a somewhat serious conversation but I keep hearing this loud clicking from the kitchen. As I continue droning on about this and that while she patiently listens to my enlightened self I am also hunting for the culprit of the peculiar sound. You see I can talk about deep subjects while mindlessly wearing my detective cap. It's a gift that I have been cultivating for many moons, don't be jealous!
At first I believe it must be my clunky dishwasher. I mean it runs continuously, or so it seems, and there must be a loose lid or cup or something or other, but this noise doesn't fit in to that sound pattern. The only other thing that is lit up in my kitchen as I pace the room back and forth, AGAIN while yacking, is my coffee pot. Hmmm...do I dare unplug it..what will I do for caffeine stimulation? I begin to war with myself, "Maybe the sound isn't that intrusive after all", but no I decide to muster up the strength to unplug it. However, the continuous clicking still lingers on. Strange.... Then I realize it is coming from my new answering machine. Not again! You see I have so many phone issues that I am now convinced that it's a me thing, not a phone thing at all. I shared with Sis. Marisela my problem. I reveal to her my new conclusion. I have such powerful brain waves, APPARENTLY, that I blow out phone machinery. It, mysteriously, has followed me everywhere I go and now I know why. I am a mental genius and my phones can't keep up with my mental capacity. Well...I guess it's just something I have to live with....first my beauty and now my powerful intellect....so painful, but we all have our trials.