Here I am, sitting on the plane to visit a friend in Detroit, MI. (Ok, so he lives in Roseville, but nobody knows where that is.) As I'm getting ready to leave for the flight out of Fresno, the phone rings. It's some woman whose native language is not English asking to speak to a “Booba Jones”. Really, that's how she pronounced it. “Booba”. But, no matter; after a bit, I finally realize she's asking for Bubba Jones. I simply tell her that she has the wrong number and she apologizes and hangs up.
Thing is, I am Bubba Jones. That's what I've filled out on these Supermarket Cards and any other place I don't wanna give my real name. (Well, I've also used Bubba Smith and Buford Smith and Buford Jones.)
Bubba's phone call caught me so off guard I didn't quite know how to respond. But it really did make me laugh all the way to the airport. I'm so easily amused.
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