Last night MrZ told me, “We have had some guy leave a message or two asking us to fix his boat.” To which I replied, “Please get me a glass of water, I’m thirsty.”

(I sometimes just don’t care, you know?)

Well, I was checking our messages this morning and there was a message from a guy with a VERY thick accent (I don’t know my accents…is Arabic general enough?) telling us his name, his phone number, and asking us rather desperately if we could PLEASE return his call because his houseboat needed repair.

So, I wrote down the number, called him back and said, “Frank - can you brink your boat by my house sometime this afternoon? I’ll check her out for you.”

Man, that would have been cool. Instead I said, “Um, hi, my name is Kim and my phone number is 555-5555 and I think you’ve left a couple of messages on my machine thinking my number belongs to a local boat repair company.”

He immediately started laughing. Like, trying-to-catch-his-breath-to-talk kind of laughter. Finally he said, “Oh, my. So - you do not repair boats, then?” and then he laughed some more. At that point? I was giggling too because I thought the situation was damn funny but I wasn’t quite sure if I thought it was funny for the same reasons as he did because, he was laughing SO DAMN HARD. I considered it Giggle Funny but not quite Have To Pee I’m Laughing So Hard Funny.

After confirming that he was calling my number thinking it belonged to a boat repair company, he informed me he had an ad for this company that actually said my home number on it. Which, I don’t know if he was actually reading off the ad at that moment, but it seems if it was actually on an ad like that, we’d have had a lot more calls, so who knows. He may have just written it down wrong.

Either way, he ended the call saying, “Thank you for calling and telling me, Kim. So nice of you and so good to speak to you today this time.” (Don’t forget to imagine this spoken in obviously broken English and a thick accent.) And then he laughed some more. And then he said, “Oh…so funny…” and told me to have a great morning.

I’m telling you - if we could all have people that easily humored in our day-to-day interactions? Therapists would be unnecessary because it’s hard to stay sad, stressed, or depressed when you’re listening to someone laughing hysterically over something that is kinda funny, but also not so much. You just find yourself laughing as hard and thinking, “Why am I laughing? It’s not that funny?” but it sill makes you feel better.

I guess it’s like hanging out with a drunk person all day. Maybe that’s it - maybe Frank was drunk-dialing boat repair companies. If so? That makes Frank my new best friend.