My attorney gave me a tape to transcribe. When I popped it into the machine and started listening to it on my headphones, I realized that he had meant me to transcribe the other side of the tape.
On this side of the tape, I realized, he had given his dictaphone recorder to his three-year old son to play with, and I was treated to a sweet innocent voice singing the A-B-C song for me.
Nice treat for a Monday morning.
On this side of the tape, I realized, he had given his dictaphone recorder to his three-year old son to play with, and I was treated to a sweet innocent voice singing the A-B-C song for me.
Nice treat for a Monday morning.