Monday, December 07, 2009

Mik- Miktoria?

I've got to tell you... sometimes you gotta laugh at yourself. I spent Friday down with the gal pal. I went down for a church dedication. I gotta tell ya, it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g... I couldn't believe how incredible those people were who helped build a church for people that don't know Christ. I sat there in complete awe of these people. They had a great time of fellowship and wished I could've stayed there forever with my gal pal... I love that girl, I tell ya... But duty called and I had to hit the road to drive back up north because I had to be in Grand Rapids, Michigan the next afternoon to broadcast a hockey game. So right after the dedication that night, being a little sleep deprived, I headed up I-75 and stopped for a little shuteye (and in Cincinnati, for the only food that matters... SKYLINE CHILI). So anyway, I get to Grand Rapids on Saturday afternoon and check into the hotel. I expect my hotel key to be like it always is when I'm on the road. My name is usually written on the envelope and the key is inside of it. Well, apparently, someone got the message all screwed up. I ended up getting an envelope from the lady behind the service desk with MISS G... written on it. WHOA BOY... er girl... Uh, I think maybe the moustache and beard were the giveaways.... I didn't think that she was optometry deficient but I'm guessing if she couldn't figure out that I was a guy, then if she's not married, then she could date just about anyone! She wasn't wearing glasses. Geez, I don't know if I should feel bad for her, or insulted that she thought that I was a woman. The guys on the hockey team had a field day with that little nugget of misinformation. It didn't bother me in the least and by the time we headed to the arena for the game, I was making fun of myself over it. It felt like a bizarre "Bosom Buddies" episode... only without Tom Hanks and Peter Scolari...


madcobug said...

LOL on that one. People always mistake Ken on the phone who don't know him. They are always saying Mam, He will say I am not a mam but go ahead I will talk to you. LOL. Helen

Joann said...

I can only imagine those hockey guys having a blast with that one!! That's hilarious!! LOL!!!

Lori J said...

Hello Mik,
Thank-you so much for your kind words of encouragement.
Must say I chuckled reading your blog..
Reminds me of the time hubby and I were on Route 66 and stopped at a greasy spoon and for the whole time could NOT decide if our server was male or female.
NOW if you have a moustache...then the lady is extremely myopic.

Love and hugs send from the frigid NORTH.


Lori J said...


Would you e mail me your address as I would like to tell you a story and not take up your space here.

PS it is to do with hockey...