When my sister and I were only children around the ages of 7 and 9 we lived in Scarborough, Ontario with our parents. Our parents were the live-in superintendents of a large apartment building on Lawrence Avenue. If my parents had to run out for a couple of hours, they would always leave a note on their apartment door and it would read, "Sorry we are out of the office for a couple of hours, if you have an emergency please call (their phone number)." My parents used to attend church on Sunday evenings. One evening while in church a phone rang in the church office but that was then drowned out by the singing of the hymns. A few minutes later someone had gone out of the office and announced, "Well that was a strange call we just received, I answered the phone with, 'Good evening, you have reached the Pentecostal church on Markham, how can I help you,' to which the guy on the other end said 'Do you fix fridges?' and I replied, 'No I'm sorry sir, we save souls.'" The place went up in an uproar. The one who received the call said, "Whoever has the number of (my parents' number) you have a tenant who has a problem with a fridge which needs fixing." My mom and dad heard this and they tried as quietly as they could to leave church.   Submitted By: NULL