If you're a long-time reader, you may recall a few years back I posted about our troubles with Home Depot. Well, not with the store itself, but with its dialing-challenged customers who mistakingly call our phone ALL.THE.FREAKIN.TIME.
(And if you don't recall, or weren't around here in 2007, click the link to read the post. If you want. You don't have to. But if you do that's okay too.)
The gist of the story was that our home phone number which I chose in 1987 just so happens to be one digit different from a newly-built Home Depot's main line. Of course this means that since the day they opened, we are the lucky recipients of numerous calls from Home Depot customers who don't bother to look up their number. They assume it begins with the same digit as ours since it's located in the same neighborhood.
Anyhoo, for years hubby has continued a little prank that apparently, only HE thinks is funny.
Every so often without rhyme or reason, he answers the phone with the phrase "Home Depot!" Unfortunately, his uncanny sense of timing chooses the precise moments when one of my family calls. Luckily after nearly 30 years of marriage, they are quite used to his "sense of humour" (yes, air quotes there) and merely respond with a quick "Is Maureen there?" as he laughs at his own "wit" (ditto air quotes), while I cringe in embarassment and apologize to them for my husband's behaviour. Again.
But last week it finally happened. I don't know why he picks certain times to answer our phone this way, but just after noon last Sunday, the phone rang and he answered with a cheery "Home Depot!". I was in the kitchen cleaning up from brunch when I rolled my eyes once more, preparing to take the call and make the inevitable apology. I shook my head and prayed to the gods that he would stop doing that.
Which is when my prayers were answered, for the next thing I heard was him sputtering:
"Um, no, sorry.... I, er, no this really ISN'T Home Depot."
"No, it isn't!"
And from the next room I burst out laughing. I only wished I could be privy to the other end of the conversation.
"Uh, no was just kidding..." He sounded like a school boy being chastised by a teacher.
"No, you have the wrong number" he stammered. Apologizing more than once he eventally convinced the caller, giving them the right number.
"Oh geez." He was deep crimson, finally hanging up the phone. "That was a little old lady who was sure this was Home Depot."
"I feel so bad. I really confused her. I don't think she believed me."
And I burst out laughing some more.
Serves him right. I just wish I would have thought of this years ago. I could have hired someone to portray a feeble but kind little old lady and he never would answer the phone that way again.
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