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Thursday, May 05, 2005

The name is Leap, Phil Leap

So we found out that our weekend away wasn't completely without incident on the home front. On Monday our friend Erin's housekeeper (Noy) got a call from someone claiming to be Mr. Leap's housekeeper. She wanted to report that the downstairs bathroom of Mr. Leap's house had flooded, and that some water had gotten into the living room, but that it was cleaned up. Noy was confused, not knowing who the hell Mr. Leap was, at which point the caller said 'you know, Mr. Leap...Mr. Leap.'

Well, as you've probably guessed, the caller was Vone and I, for some unknown reason, am Mr. Leap. I'm not sure where she got that. I haven't spent much time with her, but Katherine doesn't refer to me as Leap, as far as I know.

Anyway, there was no evidence of the the massive flood when we returned home as it was cleaned up, Noy is still confused as to why she is the contact for problems at our house, and I guess my new name is Leap.

2 Comments:

At 4:23 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

could it be that she thinks the "lip" is your last name, rather than the second part of your first name?

Lesley

 
At 12:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

most likely

p

 

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