Daily Misfortune: June 22, 2012
Today you will have a long, emotional conversation just until realizing you called a wrong number.
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Reblogged this on Snipplery and commented:
I found this blog really funny
Your posts always put a smile on my face because they are about things we have all experienced. Thanks for the like on my blog. Good to see you again.
This is so true. My daughter and I had been arguing over the phone and we both had slammed the phone back into the receiver. My poor husband picked a bad time to call and when I answered the phone I was screaming “What do you want NOW????????” Very funny.
Aw poor husband!
First related story: One day a person caled and when I answered, he said “John?” I said that it was John, but I had no idea who the caller was. Assuming that he knew me, I thought that MAYBE if we talked long enough I could figure out who he was.
After 5 min. of trading pleasantries (and me remaining clueless), he said, “Well, the reason I called is that I’m having trouble with some of my cattle and someone suggested you might be able to help.” At the time I was living in a tiny one-bedroom appartment and had never lived on a farm, but I happened to know that there WAS a farmer by the name of John Robinson living in our county.
After talking to the guy like I knew him for 5 min., it was EXTREMELY embarassing to tell him he had the wrong John Robinson.
Second related story: Our phone number is just one digit different from a local psychologist’s. One day my wife answered the phone, and before she could stop the woman, the caller (1) identified herself by name and (2) spilled her guts about why she had missed her appointment.