Hi. Got something new to share. In fact, a very hilarious incident (sad to happen to me) of which I was on the receiving end. A certain bloke called me cellphone and told me I had to pick up my new Porsche from the showroom by the end of the day. I was soooo happy at first, but it turned out to be a wrong number. Tis how the story went...
Phone rings.
Me: Hello?
Man: Good afternoon. Dr.Fong. I am from Stuttgart Auto. (all in a mandane tone)
Me: (not hearing him well) yes?
Man: Your Porsche is ready for collection from our showroom sir.
Me: Oh? (took a while to sink in...by now my heart was beating really fast) Wow! Fantastic!!
Man: Yes sir. We provide good service sir.
Me: Ah yes. Tell me what is the rego number?
Man: It's YOUR car sir.
Me: Yes, of course. But I need to know the number so that I can go pick it up right?
Man: Ahhhh... sir.... Are you Dr.Fong?
Me: No. Wong. with the "W".
Man: No, F-O-N-G.
Me: No. It's spealt W-O-N-G.
Man: I'm sorry sir. I think I got the wrong number. Is this number (and he repeats my number)?
Me: Yes! Yes!
Man: But you don't own a Porsche?
Me: No. But you are giving me one, right? (long puase) right? right?
Man: No sir. I think the service desk took down the wrong number. Sorry for the trouble.
Me: Hey... wait...wait. What about my Porsche..?
click.....toooooo.........
posted by Lord Tas @ 10:35 PM
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