Today I needed to call a number I never had called before. I’m usually pretty good with this but let’s blame this one on pregnancy brain, ok?
So I dial.
“This is Air Force Space Command. General (somebody) speaking.” IN THE MOST ED HARRIS VOICE EVER!!!!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! “Ummmm… I’m looking for Dr. Peterson of the Foot and Ankle Clinic?”
He was not some lowly secretary answering phones at the civilian contact office. This was a GENERAL who’s direct line I had happened upon.”This is Air Force Space Command. You definitely have the wrong number!”
But to me it sounded like, “Breach! National Security! Someone GPS this lady and send out those awesome black unmarked SUV’s to pick her up and interrogate her!”
“Sorry?” I hung up red faced and walked out to make sure we weren’t being drone struck.
I dialed one wrong number of 10 and that was it. I was in contact with exactly who we need if the bad Transformers ever attack or Loki gets out of his handcuffs.
I got your backs, people!
2 thoughts on “Small Town Life – Air Force Space Command”
This made me laugh so hard I lost my dignity momentarily. My last Job was on an Army Four-Star General’s staff. Trust me, your call probably has over 500 people working overtime for six weeks trying to find out how that happened. Just for fun, call one more time and order pizza. Don’t worry about drones. They almost never go out for pizza delivery… Also, thank you for visiting Willy Nilly and allowing me to visit you as well.
Glad I can provide jobs! LOL! It was crazy embarrassing…