Well this is a first...
I'm sitting at my desk plugging away at my much anticipated (read: very late) trip report from my time in Florida when my office phone rings: beeep blooop BEEP BEEP
I don't recognize the number but it's a 212 (NYC) area code so I answer it anyway.
"This is Lisa."
(insert really hot English accent here...the guy was hot. You could just tell by his accent) "Lisa, Hi, this is Matt Something from Some Plastic Company. I know that you met Mike in Florida and I wanted to follow up with you since I'm on the East Coast and he's in California."
"Oh, hi Matt. Ok yeah let's chat."
Our conversation didn't last very long since he wasn't an actual packaging supplier. I'm not going to get into what his real job was since no one who reads this is a packaging nerd like yours truly. (And quite frankly I don't like explaining things where I know I'll have to repeat myself more than twice. I don't repeat myself more than twice.) But as it turned out he did have a contact at a packaging supplier that I'm trying to get a hold of so we exchanged contact infos and I prepared myself for the good bye.
"Well Lisa it was good to touch base with you."
"Yes Matt it was HICCUPBUUUUUURPAWKWARDGURRGLINGNOISES good to talk to you too...uuuh oops..."
"Excuse you!"
"Ohuuuhermmmmmmerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr THAT came out of NO WHERE!!"
And it did! It was one of those renegade burps that's like "I'm making a run for it! I need to get out of here!!!" And it just comes out of your mouth with zero warning. I need to get it together. Good thing he isn't an actual package supplier because the though of having to see Mr. Hot Voice would be enough for me to hiccup it outta town.