reference points

yesterday, i asked an officemate to give a document to someone at the third floor.  after some time, he hasn't come back yet.  i was wondering what's taking him so long considering that the destination is just a floor above ours.

and then i received a call from him.  he said the person to whom he was supposed to hand the document was not there.  i went, 'huh?!  someone just texted me that he is there.'

he repeats the person is not around.

i asked, 'how about so-and-so?'

he went, 'she's not here.'

'such-and-such?'

'not here.  only sir xyz is here.'

'huh?!  where are you???'

'at the third floor.'

'3rd floor, boardroom, our building?'

'no.  3rd floor, executive conference room, other building.'

ooops, wrong place  : }

my parents had a similar experience.  so they were talking about something and they were having a hard time getting understood by each other.

my mom went, 'near the calendar... behind you at the dining table.'

my dad goes, 'behind?!  but the calendar is in front of me when i'm at the dining table.'

they both laughed when they realized that they had different reference points.  my mom was talking about  the house in the province; my dad had in mind the house in the city.

he-he-he

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