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.