So I get this voicemail message from one of my in-laws:
Jimi Hi. I want you to do me a favor. I’m here in Portland at the store—the record store. If you get this within the next hour give me a call. I want you to tell me some of the bands and cds you guys like.
So I like the faithful son in law call her back.
Her: What kind of music do you like?
Me: Uhmm…you mean music wise or bands….music is kind of a good mix but rock…
Her: What are some of the bands?
Me: Uhm Weezer…
Me: Yeah. Uhm Rage against the machine
Me: Rage against the machine….Greenday…..Dinosaur Jr.
Me: Dinosaur Jr.
Her: Yeah….what….no ok…..who else?
Her: (laughs strangely) Whaaaaat?
Her: O….h…..o…..kay…..do you have any of these?
Me: Oh well yeah….(tell her which cds we don’t have of them)
Her: What else?
Me: The last 2 Marilyn Manson cds
Her: Who the heck?
Me: Marilyn Manson
Her: Right uhmmm sure…I’ll see what I can find.
Oh how I love awkward phone conversations.