EVERY SO OFTEN I have a phone conversation with my older brother T that makes me wonder if I was abducted by an alien family in my sleep. I’ve shared my version of these such phone calls twice now (the last one is here), but this time I’d like to portray my occasional lame attempts to prank call the infamous prank caller.
Phone rings.
T: (answering in a high-pitched rambling voice) Whatchoo need fool?
Me: This is the police!
T: Whatchootalkinabout fool?
Me: We have a code 487, and we’re coming to arrest you.
T: Code 487!? No way, fool. That wasn’t me, fool.
Me: Yes it was. You’re in deep trouble.
T: Please, fool. Get your codes right, fool.
Me: I know my codes! Code 487 is serious. Stealing cheese is serious.
T: I never stole no cheese, fool. Woman, please.
Me: (losing steam) Actually this is Anna.
T: I know that, fool. Whatchoo need, fool?
Me: Nothing. Never mind.
T: Ok, fool. Why you callin’ me for nothing, fool?
Me: Just forget it. Bye.
T: Later, fool.
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I think you got in too deep, Anna. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t match crank call skillz with T. Jeeze, the man is relentless.
actually a code 487 is a minor violation of personal space, so you were right to call your brother on it; but that kid is no fool when it comes to codes ….. he who knows the game book best, will win …. however in T’s case i think he was bluffing you…. and had you stuck with it you could have brought fear into his heart due to an intense competitive edge you have over him when his stock portfolio is down … follow the TAO-JONES
10-34: Riot in progress.
foo please
Take note, readers, it’s “foo” not fool. Thanks T.