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azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-28 11:26 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-28 11:26 pm
Family Stories
Once upon a time, back in the early days of such things, GrandfatherSir had a telephone. Well, it wasn't so early, but they were still big clunky black things with a dial supplied by the phone company.
And one day, the phone rang. GrandfatherSir picked it up. Silence. And the phone kept ringing.
GrandfatherSir, irate, threw the phone to the floor and kicked it down the hall. The phone kept ringing. And ringing. And, as he stomped on it, ringing.
By the time he stopped stomping, and the phone stopped ringing, the phone was in many small parts.
Uncle Davy was tapped to take the phone down to the phone company to replace it. He sat there, with the phone in a paper bag, while other people came up with phones with problems with cords, with handsets, and so forth. His turn came. "What's the problem with your phone? We can fix it."
"I don't think you can fix this," Uncle Davy said, and poured the pieces of the phone onto the table in front of the guy.
The guy's eyes bugged out. "This isn't going to affect our replacing your phone... but what happened to it?" he asked.
"Telemarketer," Davy answered.
At about this point, I was lying on my side on the floor, laughing too hard to close my mouth. This leads, of course, to drooling... I wound up having a coughing fit.
And one day, the phone rang. GrandfatherSir picked it up. Silence. And the phone kept ringing.
GrandfatherSir, irate, threw the phone to the floor and kicked it down the hall. The phone kept ringing. And ringing. And, as he stomped on it, ringing.
By the time he stopped stomping, and the phone stopped ringing, the phone was in many small parts.
Uncle Davy was tapped to take the phone down to the phone company to replace it. He sat there, with the phone in a paper bag, while other people came up with phones with problems with cords, with handsets, and so forth. His turn came. "What's the problem with your phone? We can fix it."
"I don't think you can fix this," Uncle Davy said, and poured the pieces of the phone onto the table in front of the guy.
The guy's eyes bugged out. "This isn't going to affect our replacing your phone... but what happened to it?" he asked.
"Telemarketer," Davy answered.
At about this point, I was lying on my side on the floor, laughing too hard to close my mouth. This leads, of course, to drooling... I wound up having a coughing fit.
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