When 
@carrieallen posted a video about Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR) — https://steemit.com/video/@carrieallen/what-is-asmr — I finally found the name for the tingle-bomb I received during a phone call when I was seven years old. In a monotone drone, a clerk from Hibbard's department store in Colorado Springs wanted my mom to know that her fabric had arrived and she could pick it up during business hours. He relayed the information with his dull tone, most likely assuming that a young boy wouldn't care about fabric. He certainly wasn't being sexual, and I would have no point of reference for that anyway. But he had me spellbound.
The tingle was too intense to go unrecognized. I didn't want it to end. I asked the man follow-up questions, scratching notes on a pad so he would keep going. The call probably lasted less than two minutes. Now, almost 50 years later, those 120-ish seconds top my list of sensory experience.
