The funny incident that took place this morning of miscommunication reminded me of another funny thing that I did many years ago. I thought I'd jot it down here for posterity's sake.
This happened a few years ago, when I was still in college. I was at my folks' place during the holidays and I was having a lazy day at the house lying on the couch and watching TV and what not. The phone rings, so I look at the caller ID, and it's a number that I don't recognize. Generally, I don't pick up calls from numbers I don't know, but I was feeling particularly bored this one afternoon, so I decided to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" I say in a cheerful voice. On the other side of the phone was a voice I didn't know.
"Hello?" He said. "Is this Mr. Koolaid?"
"Which one?" I ask. "There's a few Mr. Koolaids in this house."
"Grape Sr.?" He asks.
"I'm sorry. He's not in at the moment. May I take a message?"
He asks, "is his wife available?"
I don't know what came over me. The prankster inside me was dying to get out, I guess. So I just said, "This is he".
There was a pause. Then the voice on the phone began to stammer. "Uhh... Uhmm... Err... Ma'am... I mean... Sir... I'm calling you... to let you know of... umm... an exciting offer..."
I said, "I'm sorry. I can tell that you're uncomfortable and I don't support any company that disapproves of our lifestyle. Have a nice day" and I hung up the phone.
So somewhere out there in telemarketer land, there's a phone operator that thinks that my dad is gay. :D
It's doubly funny because my father is an austere, authoritarian figure. Quite a serious person.
Many years later I told my family about it over dinner one night and my father just frowned and shook his head.
Just a slice of my life I wanted to share with you all.
Thanks for stopping in.
Shaking the crazies out... :D
Grape.



