I got a text while I was out of town:
"Bryan I am so sorry to hear about your Dad; let me know if there is anything I can do"
As I am reading this the phone rings, it's Sandy from chuch...
"Bryan; I talked to Vickie... are you OK?"
What are you talking about?
"Oh no..." (silence)
"Sandy! Should I call my sister? What is going on?"
(more silence) (sniffling)
by this time I am shaking thinking my dad is dead or hurt or something so I pull over and while shaking profusely dial my dads cell phone...
"Oh my God - Dad! Are you OK!?!?"
"No! I'm not OK, the city came to the store and took the trash dumpster! I paid the bill but they said they didn't get the check..."
"Bursting into tears/laughter - Dad the church thinks your dead"
"Dead?!? No, just mad about the dumpster..."
many corrective conversations ensued after that...
Apparently someone called the church named Bryan asking about funeral arrangements for his father and they thought it was me... for the love of... what a horrible misunderstanding...