miss directed

Every now and then, you get an accidental voice mail that is so awesome, it must be shared with others. This first happened a few months ago, when Miss Directed called and left a message for "Grace" (names changed to protect the confused), notifying Grace that she was running late because she had a rash ("I have this RASH"), and then went on to very carefully elaborate upon the rash details. I felt a bit guilty at the time that Grace missed the opportunity to get the full rash scoop.

Miss Directed struck again yesterday:

"Hey Grace, it's me. UUUUHHHMMM, I'm calling you on your cell, it's about 11:15...also I wanted to tell you, I used you as a reference, they'll probably call you at the house for "Will" for his life insurance policy --um, remember, he does NOT smoke cigars, you've NEVER seen him smoke a cigar...and he DOES have an occasional glass of red wine....with dinner...when he's o...out...socially. OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAY, talk to you LAAAAAter."

Not quite as awesome as the rash, but I think insurance fraud takes a close second. I would maybe feel bad if I had one of those ambiguous voice mail greetings, but since it's me blaring my name at the caller, I can't quite see how she hasn't figured out that she has the wrong number.

To be continued, I hope...