Last week we got a phone call that kept us in stitches for the rest of the day. In fact, at one point I was practically rolling on the floor laughing -- literally.
It was late afternoon last Monday when the phone rang. Les went to answer it. The conversation went something like this:
Caller: "Hi, Jake."
Les: "Uh, sorry -- you've got the wrong number."
Caller: "No I don't."
Les: "What? You don't?"
Caller: "I can tell that it's Jake."
Les: "Really? I sound like Jake? 'Cause this is Les. You have the wrong number."
Caller: "I know it's you Jake. It's your sister, Hilda."
Les: "What number did you dial?"
Les: "433...what? You're missing the last number."
Caller: "Jake -- I know it's you. Let me talk to Elvira."
Les: "You want to talk to my wife?"
Caller: "Yes...put Elvira on the phone."
Les: "Well, my wife's name is Andrea but okay..."
Seriously -- this woman, Hilda, would just not accept the fact that Les was not her brother Jake. I guess Jake has been known to pull a few tricks in his day. The conversation kept going on in circles until Les ended up having to eventually hang up on her since she just would not let it go. I was hoping he would've actually passed me ("Elvira") the phone. I would've said, "Sorry Hilda...Jake forgot to take his medication again today." Oh the fun we could've had with this!
I can just imagine poor, confused Hilda. She probably dialed the number again -- this time getting it right -- and reamed out poor Jake (the real Jake) for a prank that he didn't even know he pulled.
For the rest of the day (and even continuing into the next day) Les and I kept referring to each other as Jake and Elvira. I sort of felt bad for Hilda, but it sure felt good to laugh that much!