The other day, my sister called our mechanic to set up a routine oil change. The fellow who answered the phone had a fairly robust southern accent, easily changing some of his words into words with confused contextual meaning. Instead of hearing, "Hello, Such-and-Such Auto works, this is so-and-so speaking" she heard
"Hullo, Sach-and-Sach Ow-toe Warx, thes's God spakin'."
Ah, the possibilities of such an interchange...
Perhaps next week, I should call back to speak to God personally, no? I wonder what the responses would be if "God" wasn't available...
"I'm sorry, God is busy...
... you just can't keep that guy inside one building"
... he's cleaning up a greasy situation"
... he's working on the 'hood"
... he's changing the tires, re-treading, if you will"
... he's dealing with exhaust"
... he's changing some folks' gears"
... he's opening locked doors"
... he's fixing the brakes"
... he's doing inspections"
... he's driving someone home"
... man, he's a genius will all makes and models"
... that guy could fix anything!"
... and the list goes on and on... :-)
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
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p.s. Think the original name was "Doug." I'm not quite sure how that turned into "God" but oh well... :-)
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