Smooth, real smooth

Smooth <— that’s the Saturday Stream of Consciousness prompt.

Honestly, I got nothin’.

The only thing that comes to mind — and KEEPS coming to mind — is the sarcastic “Smooth, real smooth” that I’ve heard when I’ve goofed up. Again.

Have I ever mentioned the fact that I’m a little awkward at times?

For my work, I have to call people, and it stresses me out. I think ahead to what I want to say when I have to leave a message — “Hi, this call is for [insert name]. This is Sally calling from the Membership Office.”

Sometimes, I get through the point of the call seamlessly.

Other times, though, someone will walk past my open door, wave, and I get distracted. That’s when I start babbling.

I think that as I grow older, it’s not just my body that loses some of its flexibility, but my brain also loses elasticity. I don’t multitask like I used. I forget names and/or words.

Then I feel a little like a fool.

Smooth, real smooth.