Post by javeca on Mar 27, 2009 10:50:28 GMT -5
This is a field service story, but it has to do with the poor brothers who came to my door.
This happened back in 1996 when I was married to my first wife.
My wife had to work on a Saturday to get project out for her company by Monday, so she gets up and dressed and leaves for work while I crawl into the shower to wake to go play hockey (I was a goalie) at a local rink.
No sooner do I get into the shower, than I hear the doorbell ring. The first thing I think is, "Oh @#$%, she left her keys in the apartment and locked the door." So in a mad dash I a grab a towel, throw it around my waist, and throw another towel around my neck and race for the front door.
It is Brother Twiddle Dee and Brother Twiddle Dum when I open the door. And without a word about what I look like start the standard spiel.
I interrupt them, affecting an outrageous flamboyant Gay voice, tell them “Sorry to interrupt boys, my lover is waiting for me in bed, and HE does’t like waiting for me.” Then I looked at the older one, Brother Twiddle Dee, and tell him “You look absolutely scrumptious we will have to go out sometime.”
At the point Brother Twiddle Dee started speaking in tongues “Noitsokay,wewillcomebackanothertime,sorryfortheinterruptionhaveagoodday.”
I never did see them again.
This happened back in 1996 when I was married to my first wife.
My wife had to work on a Saturday to get project out for her company by Monday, so she gets up and dressed and leaves for work while I crawl into the shower to wake to go play hockey (I was a goalie) at a local rink.
No sooner do I get into the shower, than I hear the doorbell ring. The first thing I think is, "Oh @#$%, she left her keys in the apartment and locked the door." So in a mad dash I a grab a towel, throw it around my waist, and throw another towel around my neck and race for the front door.
It is Brother Twiddle Dee and Brother Twiddle Dum when I open the door. And without a word about what I look like start the standard spiel.
I interrupt them, affecting an outrageous flamboyant Gay voice, tell them “Sorry to interrupt boys, my lover is waiting for me in bed, and HE does’t like waiting for me.” Then I looked at the older one, Brother Twiddle Dee, and tell him “You look absolutely scrumptious we will have to go out sometime.”
At the point Brother Twiddle Dee started speaking in tongues “Noitsokay,wewillcomebackanothertime,sorryfortheinterruptionhaveagoodday.”
I never did see them again.