In lieu of the traditional 'The Best Of 2011' post customary for the final day of the year, I thought I would just continue to bang out the same old drivel that has helped me reach the esteemed status of more than 2000 people visiting my site in a single month. That may not seem like a big deal to you. After all, I think the Bejeweled Blitz game on Facebook probably has 2000 new people on their site every second. But, to me, I am thrilled to have people come here, read my ramblings, and then carry on with their lives. It's interesting though, I cannot think of anything else that I would do that would interest that many people. Thank you for visiting.
I have mentioned before that I think my hearing is going. I may or may not have mentioned that I have been to the doctor and he said that I have, "a substantial hearing loss due to exposure to noise." The firing range, the machine shop, various concerts, teaching kindergarten...it all adds up. I am used to having to say, "excuse me? Did you say that the wax for the turtle is on the sandwich block?" That is why today's story stands out to me. It wasn't me and my substandard ears that were in question...for once!
It started when our son Jake was taken to a class by a friend of ours. We do a lot of carpooling and today was our turn to be kid free. The class ran a little long and it was starting to look like he wouldn't be back in time to go to his basketball practice the day before the game. We thought it was best to make sure he got some time under the basket, so we called our friend to see what time they expected to be home. I happened to be driving to the store at the time so Sylvia made the call.
Did you ever hear one side of a phone conversation that just made you go, "HUH!?" Well that's exactly what happened. It went something like this:
Sylvia on her cell phone,
"Hi there! I know the class is running long but we were wondering if you knew what time it might be over."
"Oh, that long. We may have to come get him early."
"Uh huh. Oh you were? I'll ask Jeff."
To me:
"She says that her husband works near there and they have extra passes to a sneak preview to a movie. They were about to call us to see if Jake could go too. Can he skip practice?"
We talked it over and decided that since there were only two practices between games and he was already missing one it would be better if he skipped the movie. Back to the phone.
"Yeah, we think he should probably go to practice. By the way, what movie?"
...long pause...
"War Whores? What kind of movie is that!!?"
(meanwhile I am trying to drive with my mouth hanging wide open)
...long pause...
"Say that again. I think I heard wrong. War Whores?!"
...long pause...
"I am hearing something that I hope you are not saying. Say it one more time."
...slightly shorter pause...
"Spell it!"
"OH!!!! H-O-R-S-E!!! War Horse! HAHAHAHA I was thinking, what kind of a movie were you trying to take my kid to? We don't watch those kinds of things! By the way, Jeff is yelling that you are going in the blog!!"
Even with my bad ears I could hear her laughing on the other end of the phone. She then said that it was OK to tell the story in the blog but I couldn't use her name. So I will just call her Hortensianna.
We drove over to the class, picked up Jake, teased Hortensianna that she was a bad influence on our son and that we were going to have to re-evaluate whether or not the boys should be hanging out together, and then rushed back home to go to practice. When we got to the gym we found out that there was a scheduling mix up and there was nobody available to open the doors. Practice was canceled. Guess he could have gone to see War Whores after all.
(Sad part is...I Googled it and in 1996 there was a film made with that title. Rated X. Hortensianna has not seen it.)
Thank you all for reading! See you next year!
I have mentioned before that I think my hearing is going. I may or may not have mentioned that I have been to the doctor and he said that I have, "a substantial hearing loss due to exposure to noise." The firing range, the machine shop, various concerts, teaching kindergarten...it all adds up. I am used to having to say, "excuse me? Did you say that the wax for the turtle is on the sandwich block?" That is why today's story stands out to me. It wasn't me and my substandard ears that were in question...for once!
It started when our son Jake was taken to a class by a friend of ours. We do a lot of carpooling and today was our turn to be kid free. The class ran a little long and it was starting to look like he wouldn't be back in time to go to his basketball practice the day before the game. We thought it was best to make sure he got some time under the basket, so we called our friend to see what time they expected to be home. I happened to be driving to the store at the time so Sylvia made the call.
Did you ever hear one side of a phone conversation that just made you go, "HUH!?" Well that's exactly what happened. It went something like this:
Sylvia on her cell phone,
"Hi there! I know the class is running long but we were wondering if you knew what time it might be over."
"Oh, that long. We may have to come get him early."
"Uh huh. Oh you were? I'll ask Jeff."
To me:
"She says that her husband works near there and they have extra passes to a sneak preview to a movie. They were about to call us to see if Jake could go too. Can he skip practice?"
We talked it over and decided that since there were only two practices between games and he was already missing one it would be better if he skipped the movie. Back to the phone.
"Yeah, we think he should probably go to practice. By the way, what movie?"
...long pause...
"War Whores? What kind of movie is that!!?"
(meanwhile I am trying to drive with my mouth hanging wide open)
...long pause...
"Say that again. I think I heard wrong. War Whores?!"
...long pause...
"I am hearing something that I hope you are not saying. Say it one more time."
...slightly shorter pause...
"Spell it!"
"OH!!!! H-O-R-S-E!!! War Horse! HAHAHAHA I was thinking, what kind of a movie were you trying to take my kid to? We don't watch those kinds of things! By the way, Jeff is yelling that you are going in the blog!!"
Even with my bad ears I could hear her laughing on the other end of the phone. She then said that it was OK to tell the story in the blog but I couldn't use her name. So I will just call her Hortensianna.
We drove over to the class, picked up Jake, teased Hortensianna that she was a bad influence on our son and that we were going to have to re-evaluate whether or not the boys should be hanging out together, and then rushed back home to go to practice. When we got to the gym we found out that there was a scheduling mix up and there was nobody available to open the doors. Practice was canceled. Guess he could have gone to see War Whores after all.
(Sad part is...I Googled it and in 1996 there was a film made with that title. Rated X. Hortensianna has not seen it.)
Thank you all for reading! See you next year!
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