Not Much To Say

I really have absolutely nothing pertinant to say today, at least applying to the wacky world of Comic Books.  But still...if I don't get this off my chest, I may just burst.

I work in a very nice Tire Company in Massachussetts.  I answered the phone this morning in my usual mellow tones, saying the name of the company, and how I could help.  A nice woman's voice told me that she thought she had talked to me last week, and had a question about her implants. 

I swear to God, I thought at first she was talking about TPMS, which stands for Tire Pressure Monitoring System, which is that little valve stem thingie on your tires, that tells you if the pressure is low.  It turns out that she was actually slightly confused about exactly whom she was talking to...since she was really discussing implants.

Breast implants. 

I did manage to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter, and gently told her that this was in fact a Tire Store.  She got flustered an hung up.

Best Wrong Number Ever!

Needless to say, the level of humor in a Tire Store is low and coarse...and hilarious.  Quite a number of people offered to inflate her implants, or possibly re-cap them.  Or put her up on a rack and check out her undercarriage.  I believe the term "lube job" was raised.  It was all quite quite absurd...but a wonderful time was had by all.  There is no humor like low humor.  I do hope she managed to find the right person to talk to however.

In addition, we have finally finished our Kitchen Remodel, and now my children are fighting over who gets to use the new stove.  They are volunteering...to make dinner for me several nights a week!  My son came over on the weekend and cooked a turkey!  It was delicious...and buying this stove may have been one of the best moves I ever made. On the other hand, my youngest has decided that perhaps she won't be moving out quite so soon after all. 

Hmmmm...!

Oh, and comics do come out tomorrow, which is always nice.