I keep telling stories about how I am misunderstood or how people do not get my sense of humor. In defense of all my neighbors I have to admit I do not know many of them well enough or I should say they do not know me well enough to get me. I know if I spent more time with them they would eventually get to know me better but until then there will be miscommunication.
Our neighbor Jane called the other day to wish us a safe trip. Lauren was out running errands while I was home with the kids. Wyatt was not happy because it was time for him to be fed. It was while Wyatt was screaming that Jane called.
I answered the phone, “Hello.”
“Hi Bill this is Jane. How are you?”
“Good. And you?”
“Good. Is Lauren there?”
“No she ran out for a bit. She should be back soon. I will tell her to call you.”
“Okay. I was just calling to wish you a safe trip.”
“I’m sorry. What did you say? Wyatt is screaming and I am having a hard time hearing you.”
“Oh. Is everything okay there?”
“Yes. He is just mad at me because he is hungry and I don’t have boobs.”
“Oh Well I am sure you will soon.”
“What? I figured I have another five years before I get them. I mean I know I am not in the best of shape but c’mon.” I said with a chuckle.
“What? I meant I am sure Lauren will be home soon.”