Saturday, July 24, 2010
I'll probably go to hell, but...
I wrote a couple of friends about this, but I just had to share with the rest of you...
As you know, I cannot stand it when people completely lack common sense. So I don't feel bad laughing at them, on occasion.
Yesterday was a case in point. I'm waiting for my dental appointment and I'm sitting about 20 feet away from the front desk, so I can hear their phone calls. This one pricked my ears:
Receptionist: "Yes, hello Randall."
Receptionist: "Did you use SuperGlue?"
Receptionist: "Yes, if you used SuperGlue, you'll need a new partial.
And because you used SuperGlue, our responsibility for the partial is
null and void."
And some tiny (well, more than tiny) part of me hoped, "Dear God, can this be my ex Randall? Pretty, pretty please?"
And I e-mailed my stepmom about it, who one-upped me pretty good:
"Too bad it wasn't the proctologist and a corn cob...and my ex on the phone."
An extra "merci!" to my friend K, who sent me this fantastically appropriate picture...