Greg may have his Crazy Laundress and Rhonda her Crazy Coffee Lady, but I have the Crazy Dialer. There is an obviously quite elderly woman who frequently misdials my cell phone number. It must be very similar to the one she wants. She never leaves a message to say “wrong number,” and of course, I never recognize the number, so I’ve often returned her calls to ask, “Were you trying to reach me?” “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I had the wrong number.”
I finally put her number into my cell phone’s contact list, with the name “Wrong Number” so I’d stop calling her back. One of her habits is making her calls around 7 a.m. This doesn’t work for me, because I’ve usually only been asleep between one and three hours at that point.
So now I’ve made her ring style “silent.” Hopefully that will solve the problem. Strangely, no matter how annoying this has been, I’ve been patient because I keep reminding myself that she’s old. Getting old doesn’t have many advantages, but one of them is that the elderly get a free pass on behaviors that would leave anyone else barely standing on scorched earth. Age is probably why Greg’s Crazy Laundress still lives.
Mostly, I wonder about the people who are related to Crazy Laundress, Crazy Coffee Lady, and Crazy Dialer. I’ll bet they’re the ones who turn into Crazy Drivers. At least they provide plenty of excitement for Rex.
I’m curious – what are the stories behind the Crazy Laundress and the Crazy Coffee Lady?
You can find the story of the Crazy Laundress here and the story of the Crazy Coffee Lady here. Happy reading!
I don’t have anything crazy. I feel left out, I just have Greg … hey…
You DO have Mad Dash.
He’s crazy in a fun “your such a cute little puppy” way. Not in a “if she does one more load of wash, I’m plunging her head in the washer and drowning her in her own TIDE.” sort of way
You know, if Greg would take her for walks and teach her some tricks….
But that doesn’t solve your problem. You’re in New Orleans. You should be able to find Crazy Something.
oh sure Becks, BLAME THE VICTIM!
Sometimes you make me laugh so hard that I can’t breathe.
then you would get your own death ballad it would go something like this
And Becky I miss you, and I’m breathing good, and I’d love to breath for you — if Only I could…
I hope that tonight, as you close your sweet eyes in your comfy bed, with Mad Dash snoozing next to you, that just as you are about to fall asleep, inside your head, you hear, “In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight….”
Wimoweh! What you don’t think that’s on my I-pod? Seriously, a song about people sacrificing their childrent to lions? You don’t think thats on my NEAR death song list? Oh Becks, I thought you knew me!
Thanks. Thanks a lot. I bet I hear that song tonight.
I was at the local fair on Saturday night and just barely escaped hearing the beginnings of ‘ITS A SMALL WORLD’ the merry go round was just gearing up and I heard the first note and I ran like the dickens. NO NO NOT THAT SONG IN MY HEAD!
I can usually shake that one. But not that stupid lion song. And I’ve had “Honey” in my head for days now.
OMG I was just sitting here and I remembered something I had totally forgotten. When my husband and I were still living together, way before we married, one day he was working on something in the garage and that song came on the radio. I happen to hear him singing to himself… and he was singing “my wieners wet…my wieners wet.” oh god, why did I go ahead and marry him? Wow maybe I hadn’t forgotten that, maybe I had blocked it out. Geesh.
And my latest entry is dedicated to woh? BECKSTER! Thats who …