I met a new client for the first time the other day.
"You're the one who phoned to make the appointment?" she exclaimed. "On the phone, I had this impression of you as English and blonde."
I didn't know whether to feel insulted. Decided not to be, even if I should.
A few days later, at church we were setting up in a different room from the usual and I couldn't get the keyboard to switch on. We swapped plug outlets. We moved the entire setup to an extension plugged into the outlet across the room. I jiggled the cord every which way, because the contact even on the best of days is very poor. But none of it worked and now I was getting absolutely nothing, not even a blink from the display.
And then I popped around behind the keyboard and discovered I had plugged the adaptor in to the pedal jack.
Maybe my voice knows something I don't.