Last night we had our end-of-the-season employee party.  After an awesome dinner at the Outback Steakhouse in Avon (Foster’s is Australian for “beer” you know), we went bowling.  In case you were wondering, they serve beer there too.  In my defense (actually there is no defense) at the bowling alley you have to take off your shoes and then put them back on later.  Seems simple enough, but apparently not always.  Here’s the voicemail that SOMEONE left for Greg later that night.

I can’t imagine that you’ll have trouble following along (it’s crystal clear) but just in case, here’s a transcript:

Hi again, I still like that message.  Hey I just got home … took off my shoes … I took off my shoes and one of them isn’t … isn’t mine …….  I’ve got …. I’ve got your shoe