My Dad grew up in Vaudeville. He was a child star, from the age of 3 onward. After the war, he was touring with George Gobel, right after he was married. Gobel took a then well-known joke and made it real for my parents on their wedding night. Here’s how the joke goes…
A guy says to his buddy, “Wow, man…that’s aggravating.”
His buddy replies, “no, that’s just irritating. Not even frustrating.”
“What’s the difference?,” the first guy asks.
The second guy says, “hand me that phone,” and dials random numbers until he gets an answer. “Hi, may I speak to Joe?”
The person on the other end says, “You have the wrong number,” and hangs up.
The second guy says, “Now that was irritating – getting a call for someone else, especially this close to midnight.”
The first guy says, “now what?”
The second guy says, “we wait.”
Around 12:30, they call the same number again. “Is Joe there? I really need to speak to him.”
The voice on the other end of the phone says, “I told you before, there’s no Joe here. You have the wrong number! Do you know what time it is?” and hangs up.
The second guy says, “no that was frustration. Now we wait long enough for this poor schlub to get back to sleep.”
At 1AM they call again. A sleepy voice on the other end says, “hello?…”
The second guy, disguising his voice says, “Hi…this is Joe…have there been any calls for me?”
Now THAT’S aggravation.
I experienced all of the above, getting this blog restored. Time will tell if I have gotten the hackers thrown out, and the damage they did repaired. In the meantime, I’m wishing (again) we had the death penalty for hackers…
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