Here's another flashback from the early '90s: I was heavily congested and hadn't used any nasal spray yet. I still recorded a new announcement for my answering machine, though. As an instrumental segment of the Talking Heads song, "Blind," played, I said, "Although there's a cavalcade of music playing, it will soon stop. At a certain point, the music will stop, a tone will sound, and that's your cue to leave a name, message, and phone number--preferably your own."
I still think the congestion added to the weariness in my voice and blended in well with the music. One caller confirmed my instincts when leaving the message, "I don't know what your major is, but I'd suggest communication. You'd be great as a DJ."
