I texted my friend T. this morning:
"Wanna come to dinner tonight?"
I hadn't yet had coffee; in fact, I was still enjoying my Saturday morning in my bed.
He immediately called me:
"Did you invite me over for shingles?"
"Shingles?!"
"I don't have my glasses on, and I guessed shingles."
"No! Bingo! I invited you over for bingo!"
"Wingnuts?"
"No! I said swing dancing!"
"SWING DANCING?!!" What time?"
"Seven. And there will also be dinner. See you then."
I like to call this intentional mishearing, or creative misinterpretation. It drives my kids crazy and they insist I need a hearing aid, when, in fact, I've heard them just fine. I love these little verbal jazz riffs! In any case, I started my morning with a hearty laugh, and can't think of a better way to begin my weekend. (But, alas, there will be no bingo, or swing dancing, and absolutely no shingles.)
Oh dear, my wife and I play this game.... it's one thing that really makes her laugh.
ReplyDeleteI play this game with one of my oldest friends. As we've gotten older, we've gotten better and better at it, too.
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