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A Horse Of A Different Color

Jan 01, 1900
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A Horse Of A Different Color
by: Robert Byron I was calling a local auto parts store and accidentally dialed the incorrect number. I don't dial wrong numbers often but when I do, it's hard to resist the temptation to have a little fun.

"Good afternoon, this is Cedar Brook Farms. May I help you?

"This isn't Bob's Automotive?"

"No sir. This is Cedar Brook Farms."

"OK, I'm interested in buying a horse."

"Excuse me?"

"I'd like to buy a horse."

"We don't sell horses sir."

"You don't? Don't farms have horses?"

"I'm sure they do but we are a nursery sir."

"You sell babies? Isn't that illegal?

"No sir, well yes, selling babies is illegal but we are a plant nursery. We sell plants."

"But I don't want any plants. I want to buy a horse."

"We are fresh out of horses sir."

"When will you be getting more?

"Sir, we don't sell horses. We sell plants."

"But you just said you were out of them so I figured you'd be replenishing your stock."

"I'm sorry sir. We don't sell horses and have never sold horses."

"Do you know of somebody who does."

"Have you tried calling a horse farm."

"Yes but they said they only sold plants."

"That was me."

"Oh yes. I'm sorry about that. I was just horsing around. Whoa! My throat is getting sore. Do I sound hoarse to you?

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Originally published November 14, 2002.

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