there's something that always makes me laugh when i think of it. it was on a farm i worked at as a general farmhand (shit-shoveler) right after i left school. anyway one day i had to phone the tractor driver, who was busy buzzing all over the place, and let him know about something (i can't remember what it was now). i phone him up and he answers, but he doesn't sound quite the same, so i say "is that Paul?" and he says "yes, hello."
anyone else would take that as confirmation that it is, in fact, Paul. it isn't an imposter or an MI5 agent. but for some reason i had it in my head that it was actually someone else, just with the same name. of course. so i ask "Paul that works at the farm?" "yes, it's me, what do you want?" "the tractor-driver Paul?" "yes! hello!" then i see an artic tractor pulling into the yard and say "are you turning into the yard now?" "jesus christ, yes!" at which point he just pulled up beside me and opened the door, still on the phone to me.
then i finally told him whatever it was i needed to tell him. i know it was something really mundane, like "the calves need mucking out." he just burst out laughing. i have no idea why i was so convinced i'd gotten the wrong number. he said yes to everything and yet i still didn't believe him until he actually came up to me and said "ITS ME". the fuck was wrong with me.
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