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Hi. Is this Mrs. Frummie?
Yes. Yes it is.
Well, hi, Mrs. Frummie. I’m calling about your propane tank. We’d like to schedule someone to come out and refill it.
Um…I don’t think that we have a propane tank.
Yes, yes you do. It’s somewhere on your property.
Is it rather large? I mean, wouldn’t I have noticed it? I don’t think that we have one.
{{sigh on the other end}}
How do you cook, dear?
Oh fine. Much better than when we first got here.
{{another sigh}}
No, I mean what kind of stove.
Ohhh. Gas.
Then you have propane, dear.
I wish that I was making this up. I really do. But this was a conversation that I had just yesterday. All day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman on the phone was trying to scam me. I mean, I would have noticed a propane tank if it was in the yard, right?
Once PC stopped laughing, he told me where it was located. I had been wondering what that was…
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Thanks for the early morning laugh!
I love how willing you are to laugh at yourself. It is a wonderful quality in a person, and especially in a writer. And especially especially in a Rabbi. 🙂
Yesterday’s challah post was *hilarious*. I LOVE The Count! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Though in the clip you quoted, The Mailman comes in a close second: “I am The Mailman! Do you know WHY they call me The Mailman…because I have your mail here, huh?!”
Shabbat shalom!
Smiling 🙂
Shabbat shalom…enjoy that dinner that the propane in that propane tank makes possible!
Having just deat with the propane company in Mariposa, CA.and reading your story about propane, people who own or work at Propane companies must be the kindest and most patient of all people. I was just one step ahead of you…I knew what that big cylinder object was that was out by the fence, just didn’t know how to talk about it. The benefit of running out of propane and not being able to heat a house in the Sierras is priceless. Spent 3 days with “my three sons” sleeping on the floor huddled by the fireplace and cooked in the micro wave and toaster ovens! Made me laugh, we must be related!!!
I had a similar reaction when I first moved to a place that wasn’t connected to a central gas line. Luckily, my “are you kidding me” moment came when talking to neighbors, and not the gas company. Keep track of how much you’re using. Running out of gas can really be a pro-pain. (So funny, aint I a gas?) :o)