T is for Tongue-tied
It’s not often I get tongue-tied. Even if I spout out some nonsensical babble, it is said with clarity. However, when I’m exhausted my facial muscles have been known to shut down, landing me in tricky situations.
In my previous job as School Director, part of my duty was to record the holiday message on the answering machine. My German office manager, Kay, was more than capable of recording a message in English but the ‘powers that be’ demanded an English native speaker to do the job. February half-term had arrived and off I trotted to the office to complete this one minute task. Well…
Kay prepared the equipment and handed me the microphone.
“The school is now closed for the Feburarary….(curse).”
“The school is now closed for the Febula….(curse, curse, curse).”
Kay let out a small sigh and reset the machine. Try again.
“The school is now closed for the…” Deep breath… a bout of uncrontrollable laughter!
Ten minutes later, I clutched my aching ribs, snorting like a donkey. Tears streamed down Kay's face. That pesky word just wasn’t going to happen. I recomposed myself and Kay performed her duties well by hitting that reset button one last time.
“The school is now closed for the half-term holiday…”
Have you had one of those moments?