Yet another embarrassing moment for Phnee
Feb. 5th, 2004 02:32 pmSo I decided to phone
djs_specs last night, having calculated the time difference and figuring that, even if she wasn't home, I wasn't calling at an ungodly hour and waking her up and destroying her day. I thought I could leave her a message or something.
The problem was, when I had spoken to her and taken down her phone number, she was visiting with her parents, and thus not at her usual residence. I hadn't taken note of this at the time, and thought this was her regular home number. I am never going to live this down, but this is mostly how the conversation went: (names have been omitted to protect the innocent)
Me: *dials number*
*ring ring ring*
Unidentified male voice: Hello?
Me: *flustered because it's clearly not
djs_specs* Oh, um, I'm sorry, I think I must have the wrong number, but... is
djs_specs there?
Unidentified male:
djs_specs L------?
Me: *even more flustered because I don't actually know
djs_specs's last name* Err... I think so...
djs_specs's Dad: You're out of luck, because she doesn't live here anymore. This is her dad. She lives in Toowoomba, love. You'll have to call her there.
Me: *dying of embarrassment* Oh, right, of course. I'm terribly sorry. Thankyousomuchgoodbye.
djs_specs's Dad: No problem, love. Good bye.
Me: *hangs up and dies*
So, yes. Mortified!Phnee here. Not too mortified to put it in my LJ for your general entertainment, mind you, but yes, mortified.
This is why I hate the phone. I hate making outgoing calls the most, because I always end up making an ass of myself.
djs_specs's father must wonder who the stammering Yankee nutcase was, because I was too humiliated to think of giving him my name or asking him for
djs_specs's number in Toowoomba. All I could think of was how quickly to get off the line.
Yes, I'm a shining example of cool poise under pressure. :P
You may now point and mock. ;)
The problem was, when I had spoken to her and taken down her phone number, she was visiting with her parents, and thus not at her usual residence. I hadn't taken note of this at the time, and thought this was her regular home number. I am never going to live this down, but this is mostly how the conversation went: (names have been omitted to protect the innocent)
Me: *dials number*
*ring ring ring*
Unidentified male voice: Hello?
Me: *flustered because it's clearly not
Unidentified male:
Me: *even more flustered because I don't actually know
Me: *dying of embarrassment* Oh, right, of course. I'm terribly sorry. Thankyousomuchgoodbye.
Me: *hangs up and dies*
So, yes. Mortified!Phnee here. Not too mortified to put it in my LJ for your general entertainment, mind you, but yes, mortified.
This is why I hate the phone. I hate making outgoing calls the most, because I always end up making an ass of myself.
Yes, I'm a shining example of cool poise under pressure. :P
You may now point and mock. ;)