One of those moments

May 12th, 2011

Have you ever done something you didn’t mean to?

Of course you have.

Have you ever, once you or other people became aware of it, then kept doing that thing, because even though you didn’t want to be doing it, somehow stopping would be even more awkward?


A friend of mine posted a story about the first situation on Facebook today:

OK, so when I kicked open my front door and yelled “Peekaboo!” it was directed at my two-year-old, who was hiding on the front porch. But I don’t think the burly, bearded guy from the DPW saw it that way.

… and his story reminded me of one about the second situation. (I prefer doing this story in person, for reasons that will become obvious.) Several years ago a friend of mine was home one night when the phone rang. Assuming that it was his girlfriend, who was working late, he whimsically answered the phone in a Muppet voice.

It wasn’t his girlfriend. Instead, her father was on the other line. And because her father was extremely agreeable and more than a little Aspie, he replied in a Muppet voice. Which made my friend feel obligated to continue in said voice, because to stop doing the Muppet voice is to acknowledge that you have been doing the Muppet voice in the first place.

So two grown men, enmeshed in an already-awkward relationship, conducted an entire phone conversation (“Do you know when she’ll be home?” “Probably late, do you want her to call tomorrow?”) … in Muppet voices.

To the best of my knowledge, they never discussed the incident.

2 Responses to “One of those moments”

  1. Carlie on May 12, 2011 5:58 pm

    I think that the Muppet voices is one of the best stories ever.

  2. WhirledPeasPlease on May 14, 2011 12:17 pm

    Hahaha, that’s a great story!

    My friend and her husband bought a house recently and one day she answered the door when someone stopped by. The man at the door said, “Hi, is Mom home?” My friend looks younger than her 26 years so she just replied, “I’m Mom,” thinking that he was asking for the homeowner.

    The man proceeded to talk about how her neighbors (who evidently missed the old family moving out and my childless friend and her husband moving in) informed him that they had young children and he was some kind of educator involved in literacy for children, etc.

    My friend had already identified herself as “Mom” and felt like she couldn’t backtrack at this point, so she had a whole conversation with this guy at the door about her fake toddler children and how she was teaching them to read.

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