The following is a transcript of a call placed this morning to Susan Lucci’s cell phone:
Ringing
Ringing
Raspy Male Southern Voice: “C’mon now, pick up.”
Ringing
Ringing
Same voice: “Damn, it’s goin’ to voicemail.”
Ringing
Susan Lucci: “Hi, this is Susan. Sorry I missed your call but you know its nothing personal, at least that is what they kept telling me [giggles]”
Voicemail: “To leave a message, press one or just stay on the line. To leave a call back number, press two…..Recording.”
Beep
Raspy Male Southern Voice: “Susan, this is Bill. We met when I did that fundraiser in Bel Aire in ’91? Look, I’m having a hard time with this Nobel thing. Seriously. Oslo? Dayton? North Korea? And I promise you I can turn out 250,000 in Berlin. That little Irish crooner owes me. Anyway, Chelsea said to give you a call because you know how to look cool in these situations. DAMN THOSE NORWEGIANS AND THEIR WHITE GUILT. Sorry ’bout that. So look, I’m in Chappaqua all day. Gimme a call at home. Oh, and I’m looking for Kanye’s number if you have it. [click]”