All day at work I make phone calls. Many of the numbers just ring, empty. Some are answered by a real person, in that case I pull my wandering mind back, and I say what I am supposed to say.
Surprisingly often there is a spark of human connection. A question, a moment off of our scripts. (They have a script too, although not written. It says 'Go away,')
The answering machines though-- I think they are like ghosts. In 200 years will we collect them, like the old photos on cabinet cards? Where will all the voices go otherwise?
My mind wanders, but sometimes I like my job.
Another stray thought. 'Walk ins' are freezer rooms. 'Step ins' are under drawers. No wonder English learners get puzzled!