Friday, November 16, 2007

Yeah, Sorry About That, My Bad

A whole bunch of years ago, at a different job, I did a dumb thing. Truth be told, it wasn’t so much dumb as it was stupid. You may also call me a moron, I’m cool with that as well.

Here’s the scene:

I’m in someone’s office/work area. Let’s call him Steve, since that’s his name. A few of us are there working late and it’s about 10 or so in the evening. For reasons too complicated and tedious to go into now, his workspace is quite large and has two phones, one on each end.

Phone rings.

I answer it. It’s Steve’s wife. I recognize her voice instantly as it’s quite distinctive. Instead of saying, “Hello Marie, let me get Steve for you. Hold the line please.” I launch into something else.

I would make an excellent receptionist, except for that part about not really liking to speak on the phone very much.

The something else is this:

Instead of being a normal human being I greet her with:

“Is this Tiffany? No, wait, you don’t sound like Tiffany at all. You are Sandy, aren’t you? Nancy? Jeez! Sorry! I can’t keep all you women Steve goes out with straight! Ha! Ha!”

This schtick goes on for a while. A veritable rolodex of names. I’m a hoot!

Finally, I transfer the phone over to Steve on the other side of the room, yelling out, “Steve, it’s your wife, not TIffany like I thought at first!”

No one has laughed or smiled at my delightsome bit of whimsy. Why, since it’s such a clever bit of mischievous fun?!

Completely unknown to me, just a day earlier my man Steve-O had copped to his wife of numerous affairs in the past. And he was cheating on her with someone else (again), though he’d lied to her during his “confession” and said he was “done with all that.”

I’ll be here all weekend, kids! Tip your waiters!

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