At my previous job, I had a good friend who was also a client. We talked on the phone regularly.
One day, I was in a particular hurry with a project, and he called to discuss. As we were wrapping up, I was affirming answers to his questions while simultaneously drafting an email.
At this point, you should be seeing red flashing lights and hearing a loud buzzer with a computerized voice yelling, "Danger! Danger!"
I've never been the most gifted at doing two things at once. When I write a paper for school while watching TV, I inevitably start quoting the cast members in my homework.
We were just wrapping up, when the following came spilling out of my mouth:
"Yep ... K ... Sounds good ... Yep ... Ok ... K, Love you, bye."
How's that for professional?
I should write a book or something, so I can gain my rightful place as the Miss Manners of the business world.
The guy was really good natured about it, which was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, he quickly forgave me. On the other, I had to deal with months and months and months of emails and phone calls from him where he would always say:
"Love you too."
That's just a little too much love spreading around for my taste.