As you may know I am a member of Biznik and asked everyone if they had a great or story to tell about Mis-communication, as I in the visual communication business and love this sort of thing. Anne Fitzgerald a Professional Coach for Life, Leadership, and Business sent me this fun little story you just have to read.
"I was on a plane having taken the red eye from Seattle to Detroit and connecting on to Connecticut to meet my husband's family. Exhausted I was relieved to see a nearly empty plane and although someone was sitting in the aisle seat I planned to make a mad dash if he didn't. But how couldn't he? Or why wouldn't he make a mad dash? There were rows to lay down in!
The plane starts taking off and he starts talking my head off. This guy wasn't budging. I let myself get trapped by another story again. He's says that he's moving from Detroit to West Harthartford to be a bastard. I said, "why do you have to move to W.H. to be a bastard, can't you just be a bastard in Detroit?" Now, I knew I must not have heard him correctly but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he said and I like some laughs so I went for it. He repeated it, "I'm moving to W.H. Connecticut to be a bastard and I'm taking my wife and kids with me." My reply, "Well Jesus, that's putting a lot of trauma on a lot of people not to mention a heck of a lot of expense just to be a bastard! You might as well just call it good right now." Just then I turn my head and see a young woman struggling with an infant sort of glaring at us. Then he speaks clearly, "not a bastard, a PASTOR." . "Oh," I say, "I get it. The move and everything." Then he went on to try and save me, my life, and everything. The wife continued to do her duty while I got saved and she glared under her love for the infant.
Quite the flight."
Hilarious! Thanks Anne. For everyone else, send me yours and I'll post the best ones on my blog.
