This guy calls up our house. He is inquiring about a commercial condo unit my dad has for rent. My dad calls him “not the brightest guy around.” Read on to see why.

GUY: What is this I read in the classifieds about a commercial space?

DAD: Yes, it’s for rent.

GUY: So, do you allow your tenants to put up businesses in your commercial unit?

DAD: *speechless* um, yes. (translation: DUH)

GUY: So, where can I find this place?

DAD: It’s located at the corner of 2nd street and 12th avenue. The landmark is the PLDT building and the church. Look for a gym called “Kurt’s Muscle Zone” inside an orange building.

20 minutes later. My dad goes out of the house. The guy calls, and i answer.

GUY: Where is that place again?

ME: It’s at the corner of 2nd street and 12th avenue.

GUY: Is it at a street corner?

ME: … yes…it is…

GUY: ‘coz I can’t find it. is the gym your dad mentioned inside the church?

ME: (why the heck would we rent out a place INSIDE the church?) No, the church is a block away from our place… just look for the PLDT building. It’s at the corner of 2nd street and 12th avenue. The PLDT building is right in front of our place. It’s the orange building.

GUY: Oh… I can’t find it…

ME: (HOW COULD ANYONE MISS AN ORANGE BUILDING ON A STREET CORNER?!) Look for “Kurt’s Muscle Zone”, it’s the place…

GUY: I did, but the gym is inside the church, and there’s no orange building inside it!

ME: (inspiration strikes) The gym I’m mentioning is a GYM. You work out inside it.

GUY: Oh…. I thought you guys were talking about the GYMNASIUM inside the church… not THAT kind of gym…

ME: (stifled laughter.)

Needless to say, we never heard from him again.