Don't Confuse The Smiths

A few years ago when I used to write about porn
for various magazines, I was on assignment to write
a piece about grown men that wear diapers as a fetish.

Part of my field research involved cold calling these
men and interviewing them. In some gross way it was
easier than I thought. Overall the interviews were going
well until I got to the last guy on my list:

Phone Rings (I was calling Mobile Alabama)

"Hullo" (man with thick southern accent)

"Hi! My name is blank and I am calling on behalf
of blank magazine. "

"Yes."

"Is this Mr. Smith?"

"Yes."

"Well, I saw your photo on the Big Babies: web site and
I wanted to interview you for an article I am doing on men
that wear diapers as a fetish."

Dead silence.

"Hello, Mr. Smith?"

Dead silence.

I looked down at my paper to see his first name and said,
"Paul? Are you there?"

Dead silence.

"For your information�this is not Paul Smith� this is his
older brother Mark Smith. May I ask what�the fuck�are
you talking about?"

"Ah..." Click.

Um. So basically I outed some poor guy that digs wearing
diapers to his older brother Mark in Mobile, Alabama. Not
one of my finer moments in journalism.