MY VERSION OF THE KINDS of phone calls I frequently have with my adult brother (and this sort of thing has been known to happen multiple times a day, mind you):
(phone rings)
Me: “Hello.”
T: (strange breathy sounds) “Uhhhhh, Hi.”
Me: “Oh, hi T. What’s going on?”
T: “This is not T. (dramatic voice change, up three octaves.) This is Mildred.”
Me: (sighing) “Alright Mildred. What do you want?”
T: “Are you bringing coleslaw to the church picnic? Because I was going to bring coleslaw, but I can find the cabbage and I want pickles too. And cabb—”
Me: “Come on, T. What do you want?”
T: “I told you this is Mildred!”
Me: “You were the one who called me. What do you need? I’m working!”
T: (back to normal T voice) “Oh, ok. Um, nothing. I was just—I was just calling to say hey.”
Me: “Ok, hey.”
T: “Hey.”
Me: “Hey.”
T: “I guess I’ll just talk to you later.”
Me: “Ok, bye.”
T: “See ya.”
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Boys just don’t make any sense sometimes.
Hi Keith, nice to see you around these parts. Boys are totally WEIRD. you got that right.
Yes, theSisterProject.com and AwaytoGarden.com are the most captivating blogs I can find on the internets. You ladies are fantastic. I appreciate the hospitality to one of the male persuasion.
Still chuckling over Mildred – the age of caller ID has ruined all good crank calls.
I thought I had met a lot of people in your life, but I´ve never met any of T´s other personalities (I don´t think…)