So, I hang out a lot at a sports bar in Cool Springs. And I happen to have the manager wrapped around my little finger.
This afternoon, I called his office number, only to get voice mail. Fortunately, his voice mail gave me his cell phone number.
Unfortunately, I misdialed his cell phone number.
It went like this:
me: Hey Steven, we need to know what time Kentucky plays tomorrow.
him: I'm sorry, who is this?
me: It's Linda.
me: Linda W. Is this not Steven _____?
him: No, and OK, well, I don't know you, but I am a Kentucky fan and I should know this, but if I do find out, I'll call you back.
me: OK. Cool.
So, I found out about 5 minutes later and called him back and invited him to join us tomorrow.