So I'm jobless and penniless. Soon I'll even have no roof over my head. I was calling an agent property to ask about an apartment on the Docklands.
me: Hi I'm interested in one of your apartments. It is on the Docklands.
woman: Sorry, say it again?
She sounded a bit old and so I forgave her.
me: I'm looking to rent one of your apartment, it's 608/2 McCrea St Docklands...
woman: I'm afraid you've called the wrong number. This is a funeral home.
me: Sorry? Where did you say you were?
woman: This is a funeral home. I'm afraid it's not your time yet.
me: I'm so sorry. I've called the wrong number.
woman: That's alright. Hold on a second, what is your name? You sounded familiar.
Oh dear, has Death ever sought after me before?!?!