Today while I was parked at one of my local duck ponds and heard my razor cell phone ringing in my shirt pocket. So thinking that it's the "Boss" (synonymous for "wife") calling, I pull out my cell phone. The display on the front of the phone which would normally show who's calling just shows a Tye dye of colors after it survived a 40 mph drop while motoring along and trying to tuck it up into my helmet.
I flip it open and see it's a "1-800" number. The conversation went something like this...
2WT; "Hello."
Anonymous female caller; "Hi, I'm looking for 'Dick.'"
Wow! I've never had anyone straight out proposition me like that. The mind was quickly working..... what to say back to the AFC.
I thought of replying, "Cut or uncut." or how about, "With pith helmet, or would you like an ant eater?" or "if the sight of what looks like a baby's arm holding an apple doesn't gross you out."
I thought that maybe she was a past customer of mine and used one of the many terms of endearment I've been called over my career. I knew she was actually calling for a "Richard".
I thought I'd keep it clean and just laughed with my reply, "I think you've got the wrong number."
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Ha ha! Now what was the fun in that reply? We have a few Dicks as clients in our salon. We keep them straight when we talk about them as such...old Dick, big Dick, etc.
ReplyDelete"I have Dick at two. What time do you get Dick?"
"I get Dick right after you have Dick."
Ahhh...salon humor.