Earlier today we got a funny phone call. We saw it pop up on the Caller ID on the tv and Steve said, “it’s probably a wrong number.”
When I answered the phone and the caller said, “Mrs. Holifield?” I assumed he had the right number. But then he said, “I understand one of your sons has a deer rifle he wants to sell?”
I kind of laughed and said, “Uh, I think you have the wrong Holifield.”
He just kind of stammered like he knew he was right and I must be crazy and he could only say, “Uhhhhh…” And, as you will see, this was a continuing trend.
It was almost all in the same breath as I was still actually speaking and I said, “My son is two.”
In other words, he’d better not have a deer rifle!!
“I think you need my mother-in-law.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Are you looking for ____?” (My mil)
“Uhhhhh… …Are you on ____ Drive?”
“No, we’re on __. Yeah, see, that would be my mother-in-law.”
“Uhhhh…”
“Do you need their number?”
“Uhhhh… Is it xxxx?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, sorry, thanks.”
S’alright, Dude. Happens all the flippin’ time in some form or another. Seriously.
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