The rants, rambles, and otherwise uninteresting happenings in the life of...well, ME, you might say. You mean you wanna know more? Ok ok, you have my warning! (For you who want to know lots more about me, go here.)
Tonight I had a superbly funny phone call tonight. See, Ben has this
coworker, Kelly N. (the guy who's trying to find me a husband), whom
I've mentioned numerous times before, and he loves to joke. The other
day he called pretending to be a seller of everything (encyclopedias,
vaccuums, etc) to Dad. Well tonight, he called, for ME. It's nice to
get calls for ME (even though I don't really have much to say on the
phone...just the thought of someone calling just for ME is nice). But I
have decided I don't like getting calls from this particular man.
First thing he said was, "This is the Chevrolet Something-or-other [he
named some important-sounding firm]. Is Mr. Ben McLean around?" I said
he wasn't available, and could I take a message. He said no; was I
Ben's wife? I said no, I was his sister, then he said "Are you
qualified to make an important financial decision for Mr. Ben?" And I
said "no, but can I take a message and have him call you back? He can
call back tomorrow." (I was thinking Why
is this guy calling at this time of night? There's a bunch of kids in
the background...not very professional, and definitely after-hours no
matter which firm he works for!)
"Tomorrow!?! I can't wait until tomorrow!"
THEN I recognized the voice and I started laughing. "I know who you are
now!" I said. "I recognize your voice now! I thought you sounded
familiar!"
We both laughed.
He said something to his son; he was dropping him off for
something...I'm still not exactly what; it was a Christian function at
a church where they shoot machine guns. O...k...hope they have fun!
Then, of course, he asked what Ben was doing; I told him Ben was in
Beth's hunter's ed class; then he started talking about Huterite
people. He'd been telling Ben the other day he had been going to
Huterite colonies to find me a husband. Then he said, "It's been almost
a year since I started looking for a husband for you."
"Wow, almost a year?"
"Yep. Want to know a stranger?"
"Uh...but...it's a STRANGER!"
"Picky?!?!? You can't be PICKY! Here...there's a whole lot of boys here."
"What, are they all like 7?"
"No!" He paused. "How about a colored boy? Here's a real nice-looking
one." He moved the phone slightly away from his mouth. "Hey, how old
are you! You? Fourteen? Fifteen?" He returned to me. "There, fifteen."
"I have to wait for my husband to grow up?"
"You might just have to! Here I been looking for a husband for you for
almost a year; you can't be too picky!" He turned to the boy. "Here,
talk to this girl. Say hi to this girl. Tell her you're available."
Oh. My. Goodness.
The kid did.
"Hi?" he said. He was quiet for a sec, but I heard Kelly saying
something in the background, then the kid said, "I'm available!" then
Kelly took the phone back. "There, see? He's available."
I was laughing SO hard I could barely say anything.
"Well, I'd best be going. I'll talk to you later."
"G'bye."
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Untitled Comment | Wednesday, September 27, 2006 | 9:42 PM
Posted by Mary Beth
haha! that's so hilarious!
