edensgarden's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Guest Speaker.... Today at the Country Bumpkin High School� A Guest Speaker. Mr. G-S is talking to the children about the value of a college education. What can you expect to make in your life with just a high school diploma? Only $600,000. I�m not lying when I tell you pay attention children. Anyway. I called Mr. G-S on Saturday afternoon to confirm that he was coming today. I called, what I thought was his office number. It was not; apparently it was a cell phone. I left a message and my own cell phone as the callback number. Nigh about midnight on Saturday night I was sitting on my bed, minding my P�s and Q�s and my phone rang. My first thought was, �Who is dead?� (What else do you think when your phone rings in the middle of the night?) It was Mr. G-S, calling from Florida, punch drunk and totally sloshed �with his boys at a wedding.� He did not know who I was or why he was calling me. Then he realized who I was, and proceeded to ask me if I was drinking and what I was doing. Then he said, �I can�t believe that this is a professional call.� ***Eden thinks to herself: Hmmm do you know what an idiot you are making of yourself?? You might want to stop soon.� He ended with, �Yea, I�ll be there, whatever�� I was baffled t say the least. So yesterday, the phone in my room rang. It was Mr. G-S calling to confirm his speaking engagement for today. He didn�t mention anything about his call on Saturday night. It made me laugh. I don�t think he realized what an idiot he made of himself. I�m just laughing to myself as he is up in the front presenting not realizing what a dork he was on Saturday night. 8:09 a.m. - October 22, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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