I’ve figured something out the last week or so. While this was created as a “personal finance” blog, and that angle is very satisfying, on occasion I think I’d like to look back on my week and see what things I accomplished, things I didn’t accomplish, humorous things that happened, etc. So this is the first of many “moments of the week”, a sort of brain-dump if you will, of things I think are worth sharing.
One such humorous little gem occurred the other day, and it still makes me laugh, so I’m sharing it here.
It all started when I got an email. The company that hosts my website, BlueHost, contacted me requesting to confirm some things about my new account.
So I called them up, and a nice gentleman answered the phone.
Nice Guy: “Thanks for calling BlueHost, this is Scott*. What can I do for you today?”
Me: “Hi, I received an email requesting I call you to confirm my new website.”
Nice Guy: “Ok, great. What is the web address of your site?”
Me: “Sure. It’s www.myshinynickels.com.”
Nice Guy: “Hmmm. It’s not coming up. Is this an adult site?”
Me: “Um, no……it’s just a personal blog.”
Nice Guy: “Hmmm. Ok. Let me repeat it back to you. w-w-w-dot-m-y-s-h-i-n-y-n-i-p-p-l-e-s-dot-com.”
Me: “Um, did you just spell myshinyNIPPLES.com? It’s supposed to be NICKELS, like the coin.”
[Another awkward, painfully long pause]
Nice Guy: “Ohhhhhhhhh ok, that makes more sense. Yup, here you are. Sorry ’bout that.”
Then I pressed MUTE, and laughed. Hysterically. Like in a crying-so-hard-I-can’t-see-because-my-tears-are-clouding-my-vision kind of way. I managed to un-mute just long enough to squeak out ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers for the rest of the phone call, in between fits of laughter. Then, finally, it was over.
Poor Scott, I’m sure that was far more awkward for him than it was for me. And I’m 99% sure that he went home that night and told his [girlfriend/wife/mom] about it.
People often wonder what their purpose in life is. Why they were put on this planet. I’m starting to believe that my sole purpose in existing is to provide humor by way of awkward moments. You’re welcome, Scott. You’re welcome.
* Name has been changed