Desperately Seeking Sherry
When I lived in Cambridge in my madcap years I often answered the phone with disconcerting responses such as “Martian Embassy, Harter speaking” and “I’m sorry, you must have a wrong number. I don’t have a telephone.” This habit amused my friends and produced interesting reactions from strangers.
Once of an evening the phone rang and I answered it with one of my favorites. The other party sounded as though she were a female teenager. The conversation went like this:
Shortly afterwards some friends of mine, a couple, arrived and I regaled them with the tale of the disconcerted teenager. In those days I had a mimeograph in my dining room. My friend and I were running off some stencils. The phone rang. Being occupied, I asked my friend’s wife (she also was a friend) to answer the phone. She did. The same young lady was on the phone. The conversation went like this:
It must have been a religious experience for her. I do hope she found Sherry.
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