One Wet Night…

This post is in response to the ‘100 Word Challenge’ here, where you will see links to other responses. The brief was to write 104 words, including the phrase shown in bold, in a humorous vein. I struggled to think of something, until I remembered this…

At my front door:

“Gas!”
“Yes?”
“You reported a leak…?”
“No…”
“This is number 44?”
“Yes…”
“But you’re not Mr Hanson…?”
“No.”
“And nothing to do with the Baptist Church, then…?”
“No.”
“Sorry, mate… I’ll have to check this out…”

By now, I was intrigued, not least from the data security angle, so I asked if I might ‘listen in’ to the check. The engineer was agreeable, so I sat in his van while he contacted his control centre, then waited for a call back.

“Hello, Fred. You’re going to love this: I don’t believe it. Somebody didn’t know the number, so they guessed it…”

This actually happened to me, one wet night, pretty much as I have told it. I have only changed  my house number. Real life can be funnier, as well as stranger, than fiction!

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