I’m on the air, doing my radio show.
The hotline rings.
The station’s receptionist says, “I’m filling out some forms, and I need to know your middle name.”
“I don’t have a middle name.”
(That’s true. My family was so poor my parents couldn’t afford middle names for any of us five kids.)
“Oh, okay,” she says.
Two minutes later, the hotline rings again.
“Well then,” she says, “what’s your middle initial?”
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You mean your name isn’t:
Dan O. Day?
Good thing they’re getting their money’s worth for that hotline! Wouldn’t want it just sitting there, not being used and only waiting for important calls!