You Don't Mind Crushing Bugs Do You??

The other night I talked to someone on the phone for a full five minutes before I realized they were not who I thought they were. I was not talking to one friend, and then realized it was another. I was talking as if to a close friend, but in fact to a total stranger. Carles says things like, "I'm going to pee my pants" and squeals with excitement at her friends. I thought this stranger, who first called my home asking for me and was redirected to my cellular telephone by my roommate, was my Irish boy David. David is a law student, David has an Irish accent, David would not be coming to San Francisco to "shoot Manolo Blahnik." How did Carles gloss over the fact that THIS David did not have a discernible accent and was a fashion photographer?? Here is what it took me to think, "hmm maybe this isn't my friend after all", it took the phrase, "you don't mind stepping on bugs in Manolo's do you? I'll pay you 300 dollars an hour, that's good money, right?" That was my tip off, after five minutes, that was what clued me in. And instead of being a normal person, of course, and saying, "oh, I though you were someone else, I'm sorry" and getting off the phone I said, "you're breaking up I can't hear you." Which prompted him to yell back, " YOU DON"T MIND CRUSHING BUGS DO YOU?"... So, after I hung up he called back, hand to God, TWELVE times in a row. Each time I would answer, not say anything, and hang up. Pretty good solution eh? I think you would have to agree I handled that with great aplomb. And, by the way, I DO mind, I mind very very much.