Speaking Of Misinterpretations...
I thought since I told y'all the story of me being unable to read a simple sign, I would tell a similar story that confused my Dad and I. Don't worry, this one's quick:
On a crisp, wintery evening, Mom stepped in the front door from a typical day at work.
Mom: "Where's my reindeer mat?"
Now, this was a perfectly legitimate question given the circumstances we discovered later, but at the time, my Dad and I heard only this: "Where's my reindeer, Matt?"
Me: "On the roof?"
Dad: "You have reindeer?"
Laughter ensued until we received the explanation of the mat my mother had placed outside the front door and my Dad had relocated temporarily to the back yard in order to rake leaves."
I rest my case.
On a crisp, wintery evening, Mom stepped in the front door from a typical day at work.
Mom: "Where's my reindeer mat?"
Now, this was a perfectly legitimate question given the circumstances we discovered later, but at the time, my Dad and I heard only this: "Where's my reindeer, Matt?"
Me: "On the roof?"
Dad: "You have reindeer?"
Laughter ensued until we received the explanation of the mat my mother had placed outside the front door and my Dad had relocated temporarily to the back yard in order to rake leaves."
I rest my case.