Clearly, It would be a golden opportunity to engage in some good old-fashioned phone fun, turned inside-out. Caller ID and other technologies have all but ruined the proud sport of crank-calling, but when the calls come to you… Man, that’s good stuff.
I’ve tried to convince her to take their orders, repeat it back completely wrong (“You say oats and olives?”), take it again, then promise to send their food up straigh’ away. But Toney’s far too nice for such shenanigans, and the whole thing goes to waste.
But how could it even happen? While staying at a hotel, you don’t dial a full seven-digit number for room service, do you? Isn’t it generally a three or four-digit extension? How could all these hungry people be calling her phone? I don’t understand.
Any ideas? And have you ever had a similar experience? Do you have any interesting wrong number stories to tell? If so, we need to hear ‘em. Use the comments link below.
Toney and I were talking about something the other day, which had never occurred to me (not really). All four of us, we realized, have alternate universes outside the home.
Even the kids spend large parts of their days with people we’ve never met, in rooms we’ll never visit. And Toney and I work and interact with whole sitcom casts of characters, most of whom the rest of the family will never lay eyes on. It’s kinda strange.
We come together several times per week, at mealtime or whatever, and tell each other about what’s happening in our other worlds. And I have all of Toney’s main characters pictured inside my head, and she has mine. The boys tell us about kids and teachers from school, and I have no idea who most of them are. Toney knows more about their alternate worlds, but it’s like an old time radio show to me.
I never really thought about it, the fact that all four of us have significant experiences on a daily basis that don’t involve the family whatsoever. And no, I haven’t been smoking pot, thank you very much. Sheesh.
Do you have an opinion about the flu shot? It’s that time of year again when the social pressure starts to build, and we have to make a decision. We’ve never gotten it, for us or the younglings, but agonize annually.
When we lived in California the company would have a team of nurses come in and give the shot to any employee who wanted it. And it seemed like everyone who took them up on their offer was sick within days. But maybe that was skewed perception, I don’t know.
One of the main reasons I resist the shot, I think, is because I feel like I’m being manipulated into it. But is spite a valid reason to forgo such a thing? My instincts say yes, but my brain isn’t completely sure.
What do you think? Are you pro-flu shot, or against it? Have you ever gotten sick from one, or is that a myth? I’m pretty certain we won’t be participating, once again, but I could probably be persuaded to change my vote.
And speaking of sick… Half my co-workers seem to be hacking and coughing, and wiping snot halfway up their arms. It’s a disgusting display, and I’m doing my best to stay away from that roving pack of Typhoid Marys. But seriously, I’ve gotta be immune by now, don’t I? I’ve had two ass-kicking colds during the past couple of months; my system must be bulked-up and resistant to such things at this point, right?
Yeah, it’s a theory I’m clinging-to…
And since we’re talking about snot, there was a kid in my grade school (William P.) who sneezed one day and ejected a rope of nostril-putty that nearly reached the floor. The class howled in protest, and the kid immediately snorted the entire thing back into his nose. It just snapped right back to where it had come from, like a yo-yo, or a tape measure.
It’s been 35 years, and that scene is still (to paraphrase John Kerry) seared, seared in my memory.
Last night we turned on the heat in our house for the first time this year. We probably should’ve done it earlier, but Toney believes it’s a slippery slope and tries to delay it. Whatever. All I can tell you is, I’m not uncomfortable and bitching under my breath anymore. Well, about the temperature anyway…
And how accurate is this thing? For some reason I don’t believe it. I’m highly skeptical, and don’t really know why.
And that’s all the time I have for today, boys and girls.
I’ll see ya tomorrow.