Homophones

There's nothing I find quite as amusing as the mistaken homophone on the 9-1-1 call screen. None of us are immune, and I've had more than my share.

My personal favorites are:

Male Box

Man Whole Cover

and

The suspect ways 200 lbs

But the all time great occurred in an internal memo at the Weber Center in which the staff was thanked for tolerating a slowly resolving situation with the immortal phrase, "We thank you for your patients."

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This morning has been interesting to say the least in the Wolford House. I always like to think of our family life as if it were a rock opera. Not sissy stuff like ABBA, but more like the classic power ballads of the 80s where they tricked you into thinking they were cool but really it was pretty much like listening to Air Supply or Chicago except they wore cooler clothes and had longer hair.

The power ballad song titles (with second line in the parenthetical phrase) of this morning were:

Scott:
I just can't take it anymore (I have to go to work where it's quiet)

Thomas:
I'll never finish this journey without you (take these new sandals off my feet)

Ellie:
I'm so lonely (why do the kids go to school?)

and that White Snake hit

Mary:
I don't want your kisses anymore (you smell like burritos)

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