Hahaha! It’s so lame. We have this friend of Mr. Norton’s interested in buying all our Boheme equipment. The friend called and put this other man on the phone. MB started talking to him, calling him “Mr. Norton.” He then handed the phone to me because he thought I could answer the questions better. I had NO idea who “Mr. Norton” was until I hung up the phone and MB said, “Okay. So that was Ken Norton.”
“Ken Norton, the boxer?”
“Yup.”
“I just talked to Ken Norton, the boxer??”
“Yup.”
“Thank God I didn’t know that in advance. Wow, etc.!!”
I was all fluttery and stupid after the fact. I am a moron.
[confused and intrigued puppy head cocked to the side, ears erect] *Errrh?*
second that one wordgirl…
Hahaha! It’s so lame. We have this friend of Mr. Norton’s interested in buying all our Boheme equipment. The friend called and put this other man on the phone. MB started talking to him, calling him “Mr. Norton.” He then handed the phone to me because he thought I could answer the questions better. I had NO idea who “Mr. Norton” was until I hung up the phone and MB said, “Okay. So that was Ken Norton.”
“Ken Norton, the boxer?”
“Yup.”
“I just talked to Ken Norton, the boxer??”
“Yup.”
“Thank God I didn’t know that in advance. Wow, etc.!!”
I was all fluttery and stupid after the fact. I am a moron.