That is awesome, Jim. Reminds me of a story a buddy of mine told me.
He kept getting calls from a bill collector who had him confused with someone else (He had the same first and last name of the person that the collector was interested in, and the same middle intitial, but a different middle name).
The guy was relentless with the calls and would not accept that he was dealing with the wrong person.
Finally my buddy says, "Ok, alright, what is your address, so I can send in a check..."
Guy gives him the address. It is halfway across the country.
My buddy asks him if that is where he is calling from, and he says "Yeah, why?"
My buddy says, "Well, I just need to know, because, after I hang up with you, I'm driving to the hardware store, I'm buying a hickory axe handle, I'm driving to the airport, I'm buying a plane ticket, and I'm coming to get you".
He never heard another word about it.
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