Thanksgiving Day mistaken identity

Dear Editor,

This happened half a lifetime ago. I had just moved into a 8x27’ trailer. I was not there long until I had a phone put in. I was blessed with a phone number that was easily confused and quite often I would get calls for other people which is what happened on Thanksgiving Day.

I had been invited to a friend’s house for mid-afternoon lunch. I had just dug through a stock of clothes to find the shirt and pants I had last worn the previous Sunday and the phone rang. I picked it up and said “good afternoon,” and a voice boomed back at me “if you don’t hurry up and get your butt over to this house right away, all the turkey will be gone.”

I replied “what turkey and whose house?”

“This isn’t _ _ _ _ _ _,” saying a name.

“Naw, it isn’t,” I said,” but if you tell me where the house is I’ll come over and eat his share.”

There was a few second of silence and then a click!

G. L. Jones

Malta