TTBM: So, about a week ago, some guy called out house from Arizona. He talked in a hilarious country accent, and I could barely understand him. He asked for "Chet" and I told him he had the wrong number.
Well, just now, he called again. I didn't asnwer, seeing it was the same guy, and I just figured he was a drunkard or something, and mixed up the numbers again. He left a practically unintellgible message, and after listening to it for about 12 times, I came to the conclusion that he was calling his "Brother" and that his dad had just died, and he needed to talk. (I THINK that's what he said. It's extremely hard to tell.)
So, being the great guy I am, I called him back to let him know he had left the message on the wrong machine, and that he needed to call his brother again.
So, I asked who it was, and he said "Ross." and I was like, "Who are you calling for?"
He said "Chet. Chet Miller."
At that point, I realised who this was.
About a week ago, my dad had gotten into contact with an old childhood friend of his named Ross Milliron (Yes, that is the most awesome, redneck name ever.) My dad was telling me about how he talked really funny, and how awesome the guy's dad was. I realised he was saying "JEFF Miller." which is my dad's name.
I feel bad, for some reason. Im just glad I called the guy back.