Everyone's Getting My Number!

An interesting and quite humorous thing happened to me today. I was going down to my sister and brother-in-law's, Cornelia and Marcus, and planned to take them lunch. You may recall, in an earlier blog, I mentioned that my daughter said my hearing was much less than desirable. Well, after today, she isn't the only one who feels this way. I decided to call Elizabeth's Pizza before leaving home and order salads and pizza for our lunch. Well, an Hispanic answered the phone and I placed my order and gave him my name; however, he didn't want my name. Instead, he wanted to give me a number so here is the conversation (I think):
Cashier:"Here is your number for the order: number ??? one"
Me: "number what?"
Cashier: "Here is your number: number ???one"
Me: "My number is what?"
Cashier: "Your number is: ???one"
Me: "I'm sorry. again please, my number is what?
Cashier: "Your number..(Pause)..."
Me: "My number is?"
Cashier: "ONE!!!! YOUR NUMBER IS ONE!"
That was so funny, that my hubby, Don almost fell off the stool listening to my end of the conversation and when I told him the guy changed my number to just plain "one" he really did crack up!!! When I picked up the order, sure enough, he had marked through the number 31 and replaced it with Plain old Number"ONE!