Hamming Things Up
Wednesday - December 03, 2008
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Del.icio.usLast week for Thanksgiving there was lots to be thankful for. Naturally there’s my family, but there’s also my “family” at work. On the week before Thanksgiving we received some not-so-good news from one of our MidWeek staffers. She was going to have surgery two days before Thanksgiving.
What that meant was that on Thanksgiving she wouldn’t be able to have all her favorite traditional and local dishes to eat. That was kind of devastating for her as, combined with concerns over the surgery, the inability to totally “grind” bummed her out.
She’s one of those women who can eat practically anything and still look like a fitness model. The staff really felt sorry for her, as we knew how much she would enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner.
Anyway, a few days later her co-workers decided to throw her a surprise Thanksgiving potluck luncheon.
The sign-up sheet went around and everyone jumped at the chance to do something, even making a full-blown turkey. I signed up to bring a ham. Since I was literally the inspiration for the name of the TV show Hell’s Kitchen, I decided to buy an already prepared ham.
A ham from Honey Glazed Hams was the way to go, so I looked up its phone number to place an order. On the day of the luncheon, I also had to give a talk to the Manoa Senior Citizens group, so I figured I could swing by and pick up the ham on my way back to the office.
It dawned on me that I didn’t know exactly where this place was. I kind of remembered the phone number, so I pulled to the side of the road and dialed it. What sounded like an elderly man answered the phone. I asked, “Hello? Honey Glazed Hams?”
I had dialed the wrong number and the guy thought I said, “Hello honey! Glazed hams?” He yelled back, “I’m not your honey and who are you? Some kind of pervert?” I immediately hung up the phone. Of course I was using my cell phone, so it rang immediately after and I could see the wrong number I had just dialed on the screen.
I answered it since he now had my number and I slowly explained what happened. I think he believed me because, frankly, you just can’t make up that kind of idiocy.
I picked up the ham and we had a wonderful luncheon - Thanksgiving style.
I was just thankful I didn’t order Chinese food from Fook Yuen.
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