This little accident is one of the verbal kind. Needless to say the effect can be devastating in its own special way.
The year was 1998 and I was living with my parents in an Irish city called Kilkenny. My father at the time was the Bishop of the diocese covering that area.
One evening in the winter of that year my parents had to go out to some function or other, I don't remember what it was, but more than likely it was a service of some kind. During this time I was sat at home watching the television flicking through the channels, enjoying the novelty of having more than six to choose from!
However my channel surfing was short lived as shortly after my parents left the phone rang.
I ran to answer the phone, picked it up and said:
"Hello, See House, Peter Speaking" ('See' been the fancy name for a Bishop's residence)
"Hello, I wish to speak to the Bishop, is he available?"
"I'm afraid not, he is out this evening"
"That's Okay, Can you tell him that the Mayor rang, that's the Mayor of Kilkenny, spelt M.A.Y.O.R"
Taken aback by this spelling lesson I all too quickly engaged my lips before I could engage anything else! :
"Well! If its M.A.R.E you're a mighty intelligent horse!"
Too say this was met with a silence is something of an understatement. Thankfully after what seemed like ten seconds of silence (but was probably four), the Mayor responded:
"We'll I'm sure I'm not, just tell him that I called.....Goodbye!"
For anyone reading this who is for some bizarre reason considering hiring me for a public relations job....DON'T!
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