Several nights ago my phone rang. Caller ID revealed "Sean Ferrell."
Well, I know Sean Ferrell, he's a client with a book on submission so I figured he was calling in the evening for a reason.
As is my habit with hilarious clients such as Sean, I answered the phone thus:
"Sean Ferrell Fan Club, Brooklyn New York Chapter, Janet speaking"
Background noise of a sort.
Figuring I'd shocked the caller with my rapier wit, I tried again, less cleverly:
More silence. Then some burbling cheerful noises, somewhat like..wait...somewhat like a three year old boy?? Aha! Sean Ferrell has one of those. He has a very darling son who apparently wants to be friends with ME!
Well, that's just fine by me, but I had visions of Sean (or Mrs Sean!!) getting the cell phone bill and hitting the roof.
I hung up and called back.
Here's what happened at the Ferrell residence end of things
I'm still laughing.
And I'm still the president of the Ferrell pere et fils fan club!