Melman isn't just an answering machine anymore...
He's my flirtatious phone friend. The number I will call whenever the chips are down, or I need that sweet little pick me up to get me through a few more hours of a day. And though I know Melman isn't real despite the dulcet tones of his seductive hello that greeted me earlier this evening when I called, I just can't help myself. He's just so, so.... Ummm... Sweetly not human and yet so darn accessible, anytime - day or night...
And really, it's good to know that I have friends who will let me call their house just to talk to their answering machine and not think I'm totally off my rocker. I mean I am, but it's good to know they don't think that...
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