How easily mis-understanding can happen?

I stepped off the tram and into the vibrancy of Melbourne city. I gazed up and around at the wall of buildings surrounding me. I thought this was a strange location to be learning all about the art of fishing, but I had been told by very reputable people that this guy was the absolute best at what he did. I just figured the first couple of lessons would be some theory or history of fishing, and we would do that from his office. I didn’t really have a problem with that, as I had always been a keen history buzz.

I have to admit though, as I was darting in between the swarms of people, I was certainly more exciting about throwing my line out into the ocean and the swarms of fish. I found fish far less confusing than people.

I pushed open the large heavy door of the building entrance and headed for the first lift I could find. The guy’s office was on the 26th floor, which was another sign he was one of the best. After all, there are very few experts on the 1st or 2nd floor.

The doors dinged open and I raced into the office, barely able to contain my excitement. FInally, I was going to learn something I’d wanted to know about ever since I was a child, and I was going to be learning it from the best.

Finally, I was ushered into a lavish office by the secretary. She gave me a glass of water and invited me to take a seat while I awaited Mr Bloom. I thanked her and took a sip of my water as I looked around the office. I wondered why there were so many pictures of ears and hearing aids on the walls, but who knows, maybe he used them to study how fish communicate or something?

The door opened and in stepped a man in a white coat—not quite the outfit I had expected from the world’s top angler. “Mr Bloom,” I said. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I can’t believe I am going to be learning from such a great Herring Specialist. Oh, how I yearn to fish.”

Mr Bloom looked at me quizzically. “Did you say ‘Herring Specialist,?” he asked.

“Why, yes, of course.”

“I’m sorry to tell you, sir. I’m a hearing specialist.”

“A hearing specialist?” I said. “You mean, you don’t know anything about fishing. But you came so highly recommended. All my friends said what a great Herring Specialist you were.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you. But it sounds like you have come to the right place anyway. Take a seat and let’s check those ears.”