several weeks back, our daughter Briti got a call on her cell phone from a man with a very heavy accent. "A sphinctar?" he asked after she said hello,
"what?" she questioned back,
"A sphinctar?" he asked again, sounding cheery and upbeat.
"Excuse me?" came Briti's reply.
"As-sphinc-tar!" The man was clearly getting frustrated by then.
"A sphincter?" Briti asked, thinking this was surely a prank call.
"Es... Frrink... Der!!" The man finally enunciated much more slowly.
"Is Frank here?" Briti asked.
"Yah!" said the man with the accent, happy she finally understood. Unfortunately, he had the wrong number.
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