Here is what happens in Los Angeles when the phone rings and you see a number you don't recognize on your caller ID:
You: Hello?
Person on phone: [silence] [Click].
Sometimes you get a friendly person.
You: Hello?
Person on phone: ....Mohammad?
You: Oh, you must have the wrong --
Person on phone: [Click].
Here is what happens in Teeny Town, North Carolina when see you a number you don't recognize on your caller ID:
Marvin Gardens: Hello?
Person on phone: What'chu doin'!?
Marvin: Um. I think you have the wrong number.
Person on phone: What!? Well, how you doin'? Who is this?
Marvin: Well, who is this?
Person on phone: This is Miss Edith Pickle. What'chu doin'?! Who is this?
Marvin: Again, I think you have the wrong number. This is Marvin.
Edith Pickle: Marvin who? Marvin Johnson?
Marvin: Marvin Gardens. You must have dialed --
Edith Pickle: Well, I was looking for Marvin Johnson.
Marvin: Yes. Well, this is Marvin Gardens, so --
Edith Pickle: I was calling to see how Virginia was doing. How is she, have you heard?
Honest to God, I have never heard Marvin talk on the phone for a longer period of time, to anyone, not even me, and we DO NOT KNOW EDITH PICKLE. Well, we do now.
Virginia is doing great, by the way.
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6 comments:
Ha ha ha! Love it. It's one way to make new friends, right?
Think about how interesting your blog would be if we still had party lines?
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH
At least you don't have a party line. When we moved to Burt, we had to share a telephone line with three other families. You would pick up the phone and someone NOT IN YOUR HOUSE would be talking so you would have to hang up and wait to make your phone call when the other people were off the phone. How weird is that?
Wow. Do you guys actually have LAND LINES over there? Who still uses land lines, that's what I want to know!
Jamie
You made me LOL with this one.
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