Sigh

Excuse me just a bit.

[loud sound of wood scraping on the floor]

Okay, there. I've got my soap box in place. Now, I just have to find my microphone.

[turns head about, looking for microphone]

Oh, come on! It's a simple request! Where in hell is my mic?

Oh, there it is.

[grins sheepishly]

Sorry. It was just sitting here on this table. Don't know how I missed it the first time.

[Steps up on soap box, adjusts mic on stan....]

Where the hell is my mic stand?

For Christ's sake! Who took my mic stand?

Oh, wait. There it is under my winter coat.

[another sheepish grin]

My bad. I forgot I hung it on the stand when I first arrived.

[steps back up on soap box, adjusts mic on stand, causes loud feedback]

Oh, jeez! I am so sorry.

[hops off of soap box and adjusts setting on amp]

[steps back up on soap box, adjusts mic on stand, taps mic]

Can you all hear me?

What? You, in the back, speak up. Turn it up? Oh, okay. I gotchya.

[hops off of soap box and adjusts setting on amp again]

[steps back up on soap box, adjusts mic on stand, taps mic]

Can you hear me now?

[makes a dead pan face]

No, I don't work for Verizon. Smart ass.

[makes final adjustment to mic stand, holds hands out for quiet]