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| Saturday, August 12, 2006 |
| Mr Ata puts Foot in Mouth |
No, he has not decided to become a contortionist.
Today, Ata went out at 11:15. Shortly after she left, the census-form-collecting-lady came to collect our census form. She knocked at the door.
Mr Ata thought it was Ata, returning because she had forgotten something. So he yelled out:
"We don't want any!"
There was a pause. The census form lady (who is a Nice Woman, and likes cats) called back:
"Err... I'm not selling anything - I just want to pick up your census form!"
Mr Ata was highly embarrassed, and apologise profusely to the Nice Census Lady, explaining that he thought it was his wife at the door.
In relating the story to Ata, Mr Ata added, "... and it was just as well she called back. I was going to answer the door naked!"
While I realise that last might be Too Much Information, it was too funny not to finish the story with. |
posted by Ata @ 4:37 pm  |
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Yes, that was the *perfect* ending!
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The alternate ending would have been funnier.
And more embarressing.
But then I guess his foot would not have been the subject...
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Yes, that was the *perfect* ending!