I recently ordered new blinds for my condo, through the help of my lovely interior designer (aka my mother) and they called me to confirm delivery this morning. It was 7:30 am, and I'd just turned my phone on, and was still shaking the groggy out of my cobwebby morning head. I answered, and in a gruff voice, said, "Hello?" He explained that he was calling from B&W Manufacturing, and that my order was ready.
I said, "What?" He patiently repeated it.
Honest-to-God I thought he said, "I'm calling from BMW to inform you that your order is ready."
For a painfully long second there I thought I was getting a new imported luxury sedan, clearly ordered and paid for by someone other than yours truly.
Can I help it that new blinds don't seem that exciting now?
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