Calling about a specific house, what I assumed would be a straight forward communication instantly devolved.
"That's actually an amazing place", the guy announced, although he hadn't seen it.
When I asked for details, he read, "It has a kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, 2 parking spaces, and it's somewhere in Santa Monica".
I wondered aloud what exactly was "amazing", assuming that he hadn't arrived at that part of his shpiel.
He repeated, "It has a kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, and 2 parking spaces".
I was listening for what was "amazing", yet his recitation of house features continued to not amaze.
That's where the needle jammed on the record.
He insisted he couldn't tell me anything else that was amazing because he didn't have any other information, and I repeated that I haven't heard anything amazing yet!
Growing more irritated, baffled, and bewildered was I.
Obviously, he thought he had described "amazing" in his pedestrian list of house features, and I didn't get it.
What was I missing?
We did at least 6 rounds of this, increasingly repeating our lines louder and over each other until mercifully, I hung up.
I was stunned over my sudden mood broil and clueless about what had just happened.
I went over each beat of the "conversation" out loud with those friends who were with me who had overheard it.
Thirty minutes later, I got it.