I was out walking Mariner tonight and a van pulls up next to me, a Jewish man is driving it, and he has two little boys inside his car.
"Excuse me, are you Mak?"
"Yeah..." I'm a little puzzled, since I've never seen this guy before.
"Oh, I'm CB, I've been getting your invitations all summer."
"OHHHHH"
See, my step-father has the exact same name as this guy. And to make matters worse, this guy also lives RIGHT around the corner from us. So apparently when people were calling to find my address, they gave my step-father's name. I had honestly been wondering why I hadn;t gotten some of those invitations (and I went to the weddings anyway) but I guess that would explain it.
So, now when I'm missing an invite, I know where to look...either at this guy's house...or my next door neighbor.
2 comments:
Ha ha, why didn't he go to these weddings?
I would've totally went!
"Who are you?"
"I'll be representing Mak at tonight's affair."
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