I wrote down my name, address, and where I didn't want to be massaged, etc. and then I sat down to wait for the therapist to come get me.
When she came to get me she had a piece of paper with my name on it, but not my address or anything else. She had the WRONG Erin Thomas! Jiminy Christmas. I can't even get away from other Erin Thomases when I go to relax! The receptionist gave the therapist my paper and told me that they'd put in some kind of notifier to differentiate us.
Sheesh. It's weird being me.
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I also need to add the forgotten e-mail story.
I got a couple of notifiers from UPS regarding a package delivery to Hillsborough, CA the other day. I got the initial "we've shipped it" and then the completed "we delivered your stuff" e-mails.
I wonder what this person got. I'm often curious about that kind of thing. It weighed in at a pound, so it wasn't very big or heavy. This story is not as amusing as others.
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