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"
Silence.
Background noise of a sort.
Figuring I'd shocked the caller with my rapier wit, I tried again, less cleverly:
"Hello?"
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!
27 comments:
Ah, parenting and pocket dialing, my favorites. Our babysitter pocket-dialed us at 3am last month. We were in a deep sleep. She was at a party, judging by the sound of it (a lot of talking, laughing, people saying, "'ere.").
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Eeek! As a mommy to three little guys, I can see how that happened. How cute! :-)
Love it!
Funny story. It happens with my teenage son all the time. I never hear any dirt though.
lol... gotta love it, thx janet :)
LOL. My favorite commercial is the current Verizon one for the flip blackberry where the woman looks at her husband and says "honey, your butt is calling" and the commercial ends with her husband standing up, sitting back down and saying "my butt just hung up on you"!
Thanks for the early morning laugh.
S
See, Janet, if men wore kilts, this would be less likely to happen...
Your favorite fan of Scotland,
Beth M
The same thing happened to a co-worker of mine. Now, keep in mind we worked in a mostly-male IT/technical department, though there was one woman working in the area at the time.
He got a phone call on his office phone from his wife. Turns out, because one of the guys was having neck problems, we'd been talking about massages and masseuses - and she heard a woman laughing...
Good thing she's a good sport.
Oh, on a similar note, my dad used to have remote start on his van, and he had a habit of putting his keys in his pants pocket. More than once I've walked into my parents' house asking why the van was running. My parents' new car doesn't have remote start.
Love the line about his parents not being delightful squealers to his knowledge. If those few paragraphs are any indication of his writing and humor, I look forward to his book.
Janet,
Cute! I also read the story how the story went at the Ferrell residence.
Enjoyed this bit of cuteness this morning.
Blessings,
Mary
Please, apply pants. Except if you are Daniel Craig. Then pants optional.
Ha! You got butt-dialed by a client!
hahaha. good story.
that does NOT, however, mean that the title of this blog post is correct or true ;)
Great story - and it's a good thing those pocket calls don't come with pictures...
Now, THAT, could really get embarrassing.
That's hilarious! And that's also why I have a flip phone that can't dial unless it's opened.
Although I'll need to remember this for future use. My children really would call to talk to anyone on speed dial or redial... I don't want to even imagine the conversation.
Good setup for a mystery - man is drowning someone in his bathtub with his cellphone in his pocket, inadvertently calls someone else who hears it all. When man realizes what has happened he comes after the person his phone called. Sort of Hitchcockian. Any of you out there reading this, feel free to use it, I want a free copy though.
Very funny! I'm still chuckling! Too bad my sons have flip phones. I'd love to "accidentally" overhear what they're saying when they don't know I'm listening.
On second thought, maybe not. :|
Lis'Anne
My teenager's pants call me all the time. I'm always afraid to listen and hang up. I also sing la la la la la when commercials or doctor shows list symptoms of diseases.
For me, denial is more than a river in Egypt.
Confucius says, woman who put dish soap on top shelf, jump for Joy.
LOL That's awesome. His side of the conversation was hilarious. I am glad you clarified that you are still insane though... I was becoming concerned. Now, all is well.
This made me giggle.
It's so nice to hear that you had a sense of humor about it. My 15 month old son just called my aunt in San Francisco. We could hear her squaking "hello?" from the abandoned reciever. He's also purchased entire seasons of television from itunes. I'm a little terrified he'll call or e-mail an agent that has my ms right now.
Of course, my pants always behave so I don't know what Sean's doing! ;)
His post was hysterical.
It's like in that cell phone commercial where the husband's cell phone keeps making butt calls to his wife!
Oh look, it's your butt calling.
...
My husband does that often, it's how I learn all sorts of interesting things about his life.
Haha! That's a really cute story. I've gotten several accidental calls from friends in the past, and it's humorous the majority of the time. (There were a few instances where I really didn't want to hear...what I was hearing.) Glad you had such a sense of humor about it!
And like Bobbie, I'm really interested in his writing now, based on the way he related that story in his blog post.
This is the main reason I regret not being a client of yours: you're such fun after hours!
Ahem, Janet, I just have to point out that while this proves that you were not crazy in this instance, I wouldn't say it at all proves that you are not crazy in general.
Just sayin'.
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