Filed under: humour
I was only trying to make a wake up call.
The button labelled ‘wake up calls’ directed me to a sultry-voiced eastern man who informed me I had the wrong number. When I explained that I had pressed the button on the phone for ‘wake up calls’ he said he could make it happen. He asked my room number and desired time. I thought I heard a click, but then in the confusion of accents and transferred calls and the sound of someone dialing another number in my ear, I didn’t hang-up. Maybe I was supposed to wait on the line to give my information again.
My son was in the same room. I winked at him to let him know that I wasn’t impatient, that this sometimes happened in big hotels when someone was doing something important like making a wake up call reservation. I whispered to him, ”You are so beautiful.”
“I know I am,” whispered back the helpful wake up call guy.
I never got my 6 o’clock call the next morning…
Filed under: humour
While marking papers:
“retaliation ships”
“friend shop”
“shake spheres”
“shake spear”
“lover of her life”
“over bored”
“tutus his own horn”
“pocking into other people’s business”
“in the storm of cap sized boats”
Yes, I truly am a bad person. I can find humour in children’s mistakes. Our support group meets twice yearly, during provincial exam marking sessions. It’s okay, I know I make mistakes, too!
