Sunday, October 28, 2007

Daryl, Duuuuude...

Heard on ans. machine every couple weeks for the past several months: Hey Harold! This is your cousin Daryl, Daryl from California. I've been trying to get in touch with you. Give me a call.

A few weeks ago: Hey Harold! I hear there's a bun in the oven...and it's cooking too!!!! Congratulations man! Hey, this is your cousin Daryl, Daryl from California. Call me!!!

A couple weeks after that message I answer the call from California--recognizing the number. Daryl says hey and I go on to tell him that he's got the wrong number. But that daughter and I got a kick out of the 'bun in the oven' message. Daryl and I share a giggle. I tell Daryl that he's left several messages on my machine, he's dialed incorrectly a few times. Incredulous, he asks about the number, the town. I just assure him that while he's dialing the correct area for his cousin Harold, he is indeed dialing the wrong number. Daryl believes me, but unwilling to let go--asks me what I'm wearing. I laugh, quite out loud, before hanging up on him.

Heard on ans. machine once a week since: Hey Harold! This is your cousin Daryl, Daryl from California. I've been trying to get in touch with you man. give me a call.



8 comments:

  1. who knew? there is a 4th brother named Daryl!!! How funny! And this one had to be the perv asking you what you're wearing! TOO funny.

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  2. I think I could easily be Daryl's new BFF.

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  3. Some years back, we worked for a guy that we called "The Ogre." He seemed quite proud of the moniker, so that's what his name became to all of us that worked for him.

    It wasn't unusual for many of us to call him at home. But for some reason, a half dozen or so of us always got the same two numbers transposed when dialing his phone.

    "Hello, is the Ogre there?" we'd ask, and we'd be told "Sorry, you have the wrong number."

    We were all at a gathering at his house one day and laughing about how we ALL kept getting the same wrong number and how those folks must be really irritated with our wrong numbers.

    "The Ogre" got up, dialed the wrong number and, when the phone was answered he simply said "This is the Ogre. Do you have any messages for me?"

    I thought I was going to pee my pants!

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  4. Oh Daryl! You naught lad - calling and calling....and when nobody calls back, calling some more.

    What a pest.

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  5. What a hoot.
    We had one a few weeks ago.
    He kept yelling Renee...pick up the phone
    Renee...pick up the phone MF
    Renee...this is why you never get sh*t done

    I don't know who Renne is but I'd like to give her Darly's #

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  6. I only wish his cousin was named Larry.

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  7. Wonder if he'll notice if you pick up and act like a Harold?

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