It's difficult to start this, and it's gonna be more difficult to end it. But such is the way of things and all matters concluded, I presume it is what I have to live with.
Three people are involved: Me. She, She and He.
Me: Hi, Mark here. I have foot pains and I've a doctors letter for the podo therapist.
She: Podo what?
Me: Podo therapist.
She: What's that?
Me: PODO...Foot.
She: X-ray?
Me: Maybe?
She: I'll put you through.
Me: Hi, Mark here. I have foot pains and the doctor's given me a letter and asked me to contact you.
She: Name, address, blah blah...five minutes of questions.
Me: Mark, the Hague, yadda yadda...five minutes of answers.
She: Do you know where the St. Antonius is?
Me: I think so.
She: Do you or don't you?
Me: The hospital?
She: Yes sir, that is correct.
Me: Yes.
She: Your x-ray will be on date x.
Me: X-ray?
She: Yes sir.
Me: Why do I need an x-ray?
She: That's not my business.
Me: What's wrong with my foot?
She: Your foot?
Me: Yes. The podo therapist.
She: What's a podo therapist?
Me: A foot therapist.
She: This is a hospital.
Me: I know you're a hospital, you just said you were the St. Antonius.
She: Do you know where we are?
Me: Do you know what the matter is?
She: You need an x-ray.
Me: But I need a podo therapist.
She: I've never heard of a podo therapist. This is x-ray.
Me: Come now, do you think I don't know who I'm phoning...
That's where things really started going pear shaped.
AND. I would like to take this moment to appologise to Ragnorak for having to use more than 3 sentences to make my point clear...but such is the way of things, and who the hell am I to contradict that!
He: Is that nail varnish remnants I see?
Me: It was a halloween party.
He: That's what they all say.
EDIT: Four people obviously....duh.... Yes. I have counting problems.
Originally posted by shavixmirWow. It seems some utter stupidity was involved. How sad...
It's difficult to start this, and it's gonna be more difficult to end it. But such is the way of things and all matters concluded, I presume it is what I have to live with.
Three people are involved: Me. She, She and He.
Me: Hi, Mark here. I have foot pains and I've a doctors letter for the podo therapist.
She: Podo what?
Me: Podo therapist. ...[text shortened]... t's what they all say.
EDIT: Four people obviously....duh.... Yes. I have counting problems.
Originally posted by shavixmirWrong number?
Yes. I was phoning a wrong number. It was tragic. Especially since I tried to give "She" the blame.
It ended happily enough with "She" laughing at me over the phone though.
Saturday morning... Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf when he realises that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home.
"Hello?" says a little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Bob. "Is Mummy near the phone?"
"No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with uncle Frank." After a brief pause, Bob says, "but you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!"
"Yes I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mummy!"
"Okay, then, here's what I want you to do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mummy and uncle Frank that my car's just pulled up outside the house."
"Okay, Daddy!" A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.
"Well, I did what you said, Daddy."
"And what happened?"
"Well, Mummy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's all dead."
"Oh my god... And what about uncle Frank?"
"He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool, but he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he's dead too."
There is a long pause, then Bob says, "Swimming pool? Is this 854-7039?"
Originally posted by c99uxI saw the ending to this one before it even got started, but well done anyhow.
Wrong number?
Saturday morning... Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf when he realises that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse and phones home.
"Hello?" says a little girl's voice.
"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Bob. "Is Mummy near the phone? ...[text shortened]... w he's dead too."
There is a long pause, then Bob says, "Swimming pool? Is this 854-7039?"
Originally posted by shavixmirTo actually have to go through this with a serious case a misunderstood comments is unreal, and yet I can really believe this to of happen with great ease.
It's difficult to start this, and it's gonna be more difficult to end it. But such is the way of things and all matters concluded, I presume it is what I have to live with.
Three people are involved: Me. She, She and He.
Me: Hi, Mark here. I have foot pains and I've a doctors letter for the podo therapist.
She: Podo what?
Me: Podo therapist. ...[text shortened]... t's what they all say.
EDIT: Four people obviously....duh.... Yes. I have counting problems.