Audiobook Demo - Narration and a conversation
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
And left foot, right foot left foot, right foot, repeat, repeat, repeat. And I am at the door wishing my belly would allow my face to get close to the peephole. I control my breathing and force myself to say, who is it please? Food Mart says a male voice, not one I recognize delivery online order. I hesitate wondering for a second if I've lost my mind. Did I order groceries for today? Javier just came yesterday monday, which is my usual day for deliveries. Unless I order something midweek, then I usually do it on Thursdays to be sure of getting Javier again. Not that he is special, just that he is used to me and I despise having to deal with someone new and watch them disguise their horror and revulsion when they take me in for the first time. So for better or worse Javier is my guy because he's been my guy for three years now. Seeing me often enough to possibly not notice how much weight I've gained even since I stopped going out. I'm sure I was shocking enough in the beginning of my herm itude, but now a new delivery guy is definitely not on my list of things I can handle. I don't think I placed an order for today. I hate how hesitant I sound and how fast my heart is beating. I hear the bags rustling outside the door and then the sound of papers flipping. He doesn't speak for a minute. Then mona jam Borski online order july 17th, placed at 10:15 a.m. £5 of pasta store brand three frozen pizzas, tombstone, 10 jars of marinara sauce store brand frozen cakes. Pepperidge Farm Farm one, each flavor, Vanilla, chocolate, coconut cust. I desperately interrupt him to stop. The litany of my shame. Stop. I say stop. That was delivered yesterday by Javier. I have all that. I'm having a party. I close my eyes and bite my lip, wishing the floor would just swallow me up. Which is something actually that could very well happen one of these days I don't know who lives underneath of me, but they must be painfully aware of who I am at times. Mrs jim Borski. Yes, I said, not bothering to correct him about my title. Yes, there must have been a duplicate order placed. I am very sorry, a computer glitch or something maybe. Can you return these items to the store? I hate that you've come out here for nothing. I hear him sigh loudly. Look, ma'am, he says, not sounding annoyed as much as practical. He sounds younger than I first thought. He was maybe just a teenager. His voice is very deep, but he doesn't speak with any polish or any real inflection. A lot of this stuff is frozen by the time I get it back to the store, they won't restock it, you won't be charged for it twice. If you already got a delivery then this is just free food. I think casting around in my head for options while the silence grows ma'am, can you just open the door? He says, not making the sentence. The question, I'll just put the bags down. You can sign and I'll go, Maybe, he adds after a beat, you can invite extra people to your party. I can tell he's being a little sarcastic, not from his tone. He has no tone of voice. He speaks very flatly, definitely a teenager. He knows he's dealing with a crazy woman now and he's called my bluff without even knowing why I almost snort. But I've lost. I cannot salvage this situation and my pride at the same time, one of the two will have to give. I know which one it will be, it will be the one that always gives.