I work at home because I sit with a doll. I accept orders. A man calls and I, as usual, ask and record all the necessary info. By the edge of my eye, I see my doll coming out of under the blankets and how it’s barefoot scratching on the floor (the floor is cold, you can’t walk without hats). He looks at me cleverly, and starts silently cutting circles on the linoleum. I can’t stand it and say strictly:
I will punish now!
At the end of the pause, a man’s voice says:
and oh!
I finished recording the order I quietly pressed by laughter, imagining what it looked like at the end.