The South

Where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. -unknown

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Brent's First Post

I verified that this story was true before posting...unbelievable! -Rebecca

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where in the midst of conversation it is overwhelmingly evident that the intelligence level is not even remotely equal between you and the unfortunate soul to whom you are talking? I am not talking about a conversation between you as an adult and a child, but between two seemingly adults. I would like to share such an experience I had at work.
I was attempting to fax requested paperwork to someone at a very well-respected university here in Alabama with no luck. (Now, I will leave the university’s identity nameless so as not to embarrass any alum that may stumble upon this posting.) Anyway, after 3 or 4 attempts to send this fax, I called the office at the university to check the fax number. Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: “Yes, I’ve been trying to send you a fax, but there seems to be a problem with the number I wrote down.” (Now, I was fully willing to take the blame for this taking far too long to send a two-page fax, so I gave her the number I had written down expecting a correction.)
Lady: “Well, that number is right, let me check the machine.” (After a few brief moments…) “Everything seems to be fine. The machine isn’t busy, and I didn’t hear anything coming through. So try it again.”
Me: “Okay, can I leave you on hold and try again?”
Lady: ”Sure.”So, I quickly tried again with the same result.
Me: “It still isn’t gong through.”
Lady: “Well, let me give you another fax number here in the office.”(She gave me another number and as you guessed it… still no such luck.)
Me: “Well, maybe you can call someone to come and look at your fax machine and when it is working again you can call me.”
Lady: “Okay, I will. But, maybe I’ll have to wait to let somebody know when the lights come back on.” Now I think the next words out of her mouth were, “Do you think that’s it?” It was hard to make out exactly what she said when the phone fell to the desk and then hit my shoe.
Me: “I’m sure that’s the reason, why don’t you call me when the lights come back on.”Being the mean person that I really am, I wasn’t referring to those lights.


Anonymous said...

Brent, I feel that way everytime I talk to my brother David. I feel like I loose brain cells when I talk to him.

Mandy Gray

Erika said...

That is hysterical.

Melissa Lester said...

That is so funny! I enjoy reading your blog and wanted to let you know that I am trying this out too. I hope you'll visit me at:
-- Melissa

Three plus Me said...

Great story! Way to go Brent with your first blog. Think we could ever get Chuck to post something? HA, HA!

Leah said...

I'm about to drop Marley I'm laughing so hard! Thanks for sharing I needed that!