For your enjoyment, I present a typical phone conversation with my buddy Yort.
Me (answering phone): "Johnny Virgil."
Yort: "Yeah, is this 911?"
Me: "No. No, it's not."
Yort: "411?"
Me: "No."
Yort: "711?"
Me: "OK, yes. This is actually 711."
Yort: "So...you're like half-way between Information and Emergency Services?"
Me: "Right. I can only give you information about where to get help."
Yort: "Or help me find information."
Me: "Exactly."
Yort: "So...where do I get help?"
Me: "Yeah, I gotta go."
Click.
It's like that all the time. And we're both sober for god's sake.
Hmm. I've never asked where I can get help when I was at a 7-11. I'll have to look into this.
ReplyDeleteI wish my phone conversations were half as interesting. Here's a sample:
ReplyDelete"Hey, it's Sara. Leave a message and I'll call you back. Beeeeeeep."
*Click*
See, you could have some fun with that if you tried.
ReplyDeleteI did try, for a few months. But me leaving messages and not getting return calls is no fun. (I started leaving sane messages, that got progressively wackier and wackier...)
ReplyDeleteYort is a pretty unusual name. Is it a nom-de-plume, nom-de-blog or what?
ReplyDeleteblog de plume, actually.
ReplyDeleteI have friends with whom I have conversations along those lines. It's pretty funny.
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