Yesterday I got two calls from the pastor of our church. In the first one, he spoke very politely in response to my note on the visitor card about attending the church orientation meeting and singing with the band. It was a perfectly nice, polite voicemail.
Three hours later he left another voicemail – this one in the form of an apology – for not realizing when he called the first time that he was calling ME as opposed to some other woman named Jaynee. I laughed when I listened, because while I would have thought his original voicemail slightly…staid? overly polite? stiff? I really wouldn’t have thought about it more than two seconds. But knowing that the first message was left with him not realizing it was ME he was calling made it all the more funny.
But I’ll tell you this – he’ll never forget my name again (he has admitted it takes him a while to learn names but always tries his best when he sees us).