I work as a singing telegram delivery girl in New York City. It's the day job I have that allows me to pursue my passions for comedy and writing. The other day, I was uptown doing a job at a construction site. In honor of St. Patrick's Day coming up and the contractor who was off the boat from County Mayo, Ireland, I was dressed as a leprechaun. I dialed the contact, the person on the inside who knows the jig, no pun intended with the leprechaun costume. Anyway, I dialed the number and this is how the exchange went:
Me: I am your singing telegram. I am here.
Lady: My what?
Me: You know, your leprechaun.
Me: Yeah, I am your singing leprechaun.
Lady: What are you talking about
This is when I did the anti-political correct thing of mimicking a terrible Irish accent.
Me: You know, you're me lucky charm. I am looking for me pot of gold.
Lady: What? I am very confused.
Me: I am your singing leprechaun, you ordered me to sing to Danny.
Lady: What is going on here?
Me: Is this Linda?
Lady: No, my name is Cheryl Anderson.
Me: Sorry, I believe I have the wrong number. Nice to meet you. Bye
Then I realized that I accidentally reversed the digit by one number. So much for my Irish luck, I was still a fool. Poor Cheryl Anderson was more confused than ever. I hope she wasn't dropping acid that evening, because if she had a call like this would have seriously tripped her out. However, I doubt it because she did seem like an extremely nice lady. Either way, the delivery went well and we gave each other a rather interesting story. Lesson: Next time you get a wrong number, hear them out. They might just be a wannabe leprechaun with a fake Irish accent infected with Princess Pan Syndrome.
And your tale, too, could end up in The Huffington Post.