Saturday, January 10, 2009

And we call ourselves college graduates......

OK. So here's what happened.

My best friend, Michelle ... more commonly referred to as "Shipley" ... and I have been friends for over 20 years. We met in college during rush week at our sorority (Delta Gamma, in case anyone was wondering). Our personalities clicked immediately, and thus began a wonderful friendship, accented by the occasional adventure. And frequent hilarity. I could try and entertain you with stories, but a majority of them were "you-had-to-be-there" moments, that one really needed to be present for to fully appreciate. Example: Once during college, she drove me through a fast-food drive-thru backwards. As in actually throwing her powder blue Dodge station wagon into reverse and, literally, driving backwards in the drive-thru. The expression on the drive-thru attendant's face was priceless. Shipley was giggling that maniacal laugh that was (and still is) soooooooooo her own, and all I could do was apologize to the drive-thru person through my own hysterics.

See what I mean? Verbally, it loses its "oomph." In real life, it was one of those "pee-in-your-pants" moments. But I digress.....

Getting back to what happened last night. Shipley and I were chatting on the phone, and we both happened to be near our computers. We've had problems for months on end sending and receiving email to each other. They kept getting bounced back to the original sender. Very frustrating. We started talking about it, and she mentioned the problem starting after I had changed email servers. So I asked, "Tell me the email address you're using for me." She told me, and we discovered she had still been putting in my middle initial, as I had used in my former email address. Then I got into my address book and read off the address I had for her. Seems I had somehow combined part of her work email address with part of her personal email address -- resulting in an undeliverable address.

We immediately sent test messages to each other while still on the phone. Lo and behold, the email messages went through without a hitch. And we felt like complete dumb-asses. Naturally, as we do in most situations like this, we burst into laughter. Eventually, I managed to point out the fact that here we were,... two intelligent, college-educated women, and we can't even figure out we had each others' email addresses wrong.

Did I mention this was after several months of failed emails?

Our college professors would be sooooooooooo proud......

1 comment:

A. Stacy said...

Your story of the drive through reminded me of a time when a guy I knew in college did something similar. He was driving. As we pulled up to the window to pay, he pretended he spoke another language and I had to "translate" on the spot. Perhaps that's what inspired me to teach English as a profession? Hmmmmmm.
Your friend sounds great! I hope I get to meet her someday. :-)