Phone Call

I just got of the phone with one of Miss Cake's dearest friends, who by now must be wondering what kind of retard she's been saddled with for the next year. I just get so nervous on the phone! As soon as I hang up, I have a total Napoleon Dynamite moment: "Gah... idiot."

The conversation went roughly this way:

Mado: So everything is going well at the apartment?

Me: Yes, I plugged in all the... things and... all is well. No problem.

Mado: And if you ever need anything, just say so. I mean, if you need to go shopping, out to the big stores in the suburbs, sometimes you'll need to buy larger things and it's not really convenient to take them on the bus!

Me: Okay. Yes. I don't know, but that is going to happen.

Mado: Well... one never knows. So you'll call if you need anything?

Me: Thank you. And. Thank you.

Mado: Uh, all right. Bye then.

Me: Uh. Bye.

God, I am such a painful dork.