So I googled (yes that's a valid verb now) "Mystery Men" and I found this site that makes "Men of Mystery" bookplates (you know, it's a sticker you put in a book to label it as yours i.e. "This book Belongs to the Mysterious and Elusive Jason "
But enough with this mystery man. Moving on to more important things, I'll tell you a little story. Yesterday I get a phone call and it looks like the number of my friend Matt Dellaquila. It seems that whenever Mr. Dellaquila calls me he puts on a voice...mostly Chinese voices. So I pick up and I hear this outrageous Brooklyn accent and I'm thinking "Here we go". So the guys starts speaking to me and it's a really bad connection...I start laughing when he asks me if Muhammad Sharik lives here...I laugh and say "Why YES!" He then askes, "So is this a Meadowbrooke address or another address?" Me, thinking I'm playing along, "Oh YES this is the Meadowbrooke address!" I laugh a little more and then I go, "Ok Matt, c'mon, what did you call me about?" The voice answers, "Matt? I don't know any Matt! This is Detective Reynolds and I'm looking for Muhammad Sharik. Does he live there?" Me-"Oh ok DETECTIVE!"(rolling my eyes) Yea Muhammad is here!" and then he hangs up and I hang up still chuckling a little.
So then I decide to call the number back. This time it's a clear connection and a man picks up the phone, so decidedly NOT Matt. He answers, "This is Detective Reynolds, may I help you?" Instantly I cower. OOOOOPS! So I fumble through my apology, explaining that his number looked like my friend Matt's number and I thought he was joking around with me so that's why I was laughing and no Muhammad doesn't live here and no this isn't a Meadowbrooke address and I'm so sorry Detective Reynolds, have a nice day Detective Reynolds, don't shoot me please Detective Reynolds....
This seems to happen to me a lot. Like the time I answered the phone and it sounded like the Irish boys pretending to be American and I say sarcastically,"Oh is this, like, some Irish person?" and then the guy says," No....this is a Spanish person. I'm looking for Jessy Labrucherie she called me, this is Sergio Gonzalez." Then I realized that he was the DJ that Jess had requested for the wedding we were organizing later that week. Again, I couldn't find a hole quick enough to crawl inside of. Oh well. I'll learn one day to stop being so sarcastic to strangers.
Music of the Day:
All MP3's
It's 5 o'clock Somewhere-Alan Jackson/Jimmy Buffet (perfect Friday song)
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