Ummm....

So my phone rings Saturday morning and this sweet lady's voice tells me she picked up my card and wanted to ask me a question. She then goes into this conversation.

"So I have this chicken that doesn't have a comb. It's black with some white feathers. And it's not too big."

My response is,

"Ummmm."

"I'm looking for a rooster with the same look and I haven't had any luck. Do you know what it's called?"

"Ummmm."

"Have you ever seen this type of chicken? And do you know where I can get one?"

"Ummmm."

Now I think I'm being punked but she's seems so sweet on the phone that I don't want to sound rude. I told her I think she's made a mistake because I knit and donate the finished clothing to charities to which she responds how embarassed she is but I had two baby chicks on my card and it said "Chicks with Sticks of Glenmont" so naturally she assumed I sell chickens!

"Ummmm."



I guess you could make that mistake...