Mistaken Identity!

One day last week, when I was really crook, I got a phone call from a bright young thing, from Austar. She informed me breezily, that she was from Austar, and the techie would be here in fifteen minutes to connect the service. I said I was not getting Austar connected. "Oh. You're not?" "You are Mr Ross P----- aren't you?" "No, I am not. I am not even a bloke. I am a woman with a very heavy cold!" "Sorry." Click. It is not the first time I have been mistaken for a man. I don't think my voice is THAT deep!