The Funniest Conversation

I was just reading fmylife.com when I came across one that reminded me of the funniest conversation I have ever had. And guess what? I decided to share it with all of you.

But first, you need the background. I have an accent…kinda. I had ear infections for pretty much my entire second year of life. The significance? That’s when babies learn how to talk, and imitate the voices they hear every day. That is why all the people in Wales/Boston/New Jersey (to name a few cliches) have the same speech patterns of their parents/neighbors/favorite television personalities. Well, not hearing anyone else talking during this time, I settled on my very own pattern of speech. I would like to claim credit for inventing some uniquely Megan accent, but have had speech therapists assure me that it’s the same way everyone with hearing issues during speech development years talks.

There is a huge range when I meet people for the first time whether they can’t understand a word I’m saying or will actually argue with me that I don’t sound any different from anyone else. As nobody comments on this once they’ve known me for a while, it’s something I rarely think about day to day.

And onto the story. One day junior year of college I was talking on the phone with a male friend from high school. For the sake of this story, I will refer to him as Richard.

I had discovered the previous year that he liked me and had attempted to invite me on a date, to which I had obliviously invited other people. (Just the kind of intuitiveness and finesse that would aid me in so many aspects of life.)

I have no memory of why or how this phone call transpired, but I was using him as a sounding board for my thesis paper for political thought and he was very drunk. It was also 2am.

(You should keep in mind his drunkenness and the lateness of the hour, as they are probably the only explanations for the following conversation.)

Me: Something about Martin Luther.

Richard: You know other people in high school would make fun of you behind your back for your accent, but I’ve always thought it was really hot

Me: *laughter*….who made fun of me?

Richard: Nick and all of them. They even read the story of the Night Before Christmas, but how you would say it.

Me: Really… I had no idea. *uncontrollable laughter*

Richard: …(has no idea what he said or what is funny about it) But I think it’s hot.

I’m just as sensitive as the next girl (for confirmation, see high school LiveJournal, the home of universal teenage angst) but though my friends always reacted to this story with shock and concern for my feelings, I have never experienced this conversation as anything other than riotous. And I thought I would share that with you today, in the hopes you agree.