The dog needs a haircut and her nails trimmed, bad. Even if you do not care for dogs, or my dog inparticular, I think you will still find this story amusing, so keep reading.
A while back I found out that my mom’s best friend since junior high has been taking their dog to a place on Woodruff to get its haircut. We had been going to Petco, but I found them impersonal and not very good. Yesterday I decided to obtain my Aunt’s phone number (remember, they were best friends, so we call them Aunt and Uncle even though they’re not). I asked my brother online if he could find it, which he did. I proceeded to call the number, and what ensued could not have been planned if I tried.
The phone rang and a man picked up with a quick "Hello?" Seeing how I rarely call them, I asked "Danny?" to which the man replied he was in fact Danny. Skipping any sort of chit-chat I began to ask him about the dog haircutting place my Mom had told me about. The person on the other end of the phone began rattling off all he knew about this particular business. At this point it struck me that it didn’t really sound like Danny, but he was telling me what I needed to know, and he said he was in fact Danny, so I continued to listen.
After a couple questions we neared the end of our conversation. The man’s voice still struck me as odd though, so before I hung up I asked again "This is Danny, right?" The man then replied "No, this is Dave." Turns out I transposed the last two digits of the phone number and called the wrong person. The funny part though is that not only did this man’s name sound similar to Danny, causing him to mishear me in the beginning and continue speaking, but he also knew all about the dog place I was trying to find out about. Odds have to be a million-to-one.
I then proceeded to call the correct phone number and tell Danny the funny story I have just told you. And yes, we are taking the dog there tomorrow.
