I got a call yesterday afternoon at 4:56 (I remember because I was pissed off that my phone rang just as I was getting ready to leave work, I glanced at the clock, noticed it was 4:56, and continued being pissed off). Against my better judgment, I picked up the phone; the man on the line asked in a strong Southern twang for a co-worker of mine. I explained that a) he had the wrong extension and b) the person he was looking for had left for the day.Bumpkin: "What time will she be in tomorrow morning?"
Me: "The office opens at 8 a.m."
Bumpkin: "Well I'm in Georgia, so what time would it be here at 8 a.m. there?"
Me: *silence* "You are calling from Georgia, the state, not Georgia the country, right?
Bumpkin: *silence*
Me: "Eight a.m. in Georgia is still 8 a.m. here."
Bumpkin: "Oh, it is? Wonderful! Thanks for your help." *click...and dial tone*
Me: *receiver still to my ear, mouth slightly agape*
It's not often that I'm left speechless...
7 comments:
We need people like that enabling our superiority.
That and their corn so we can have corn chips.
Wombat
Why do I envision you eating a bag of Frito's while you were writing that comment?
I don't know Min.
Nuts are my weakness in the salty snack stakes.
Wombat
I'll forego the obvious double entendre.
That kind of thing is beneath both of us.
Wombat
Maybe you. But certainly not me. You should know that by now.
I've only ever seen the highest quality entendre-ing from you Min.
Wombat
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