I knew i’d forgotten anecdotes from yesterday.
We’ve gotten a lot of calls this past week or so where you answer the phone and there’s just nothing. Not a dial tone, but absolute silence and no response to repeated “Hellos?” Yesterday morning, my father tired and stressed, answered the phone to yet another one of those calls. Exasperated, he said something like, “If you’re the asshole who keeps calling and not saying anything, stop it.” Then there was some noise and my father said “Hello” a few more times. Then a voice: “I had the mute on and I don’t appreciate your language. I’m calling from GSI Financial for George Sweeny.” “He’s not here right now, can I take a message?” “I know you. You’re George Sweeny. I talked to you yesterday.” *click* Weirdness abounds.
Paul and Barbara told us about how Sean (my 5-year-old cousin) opened the talent show at his elementary school: “Hello, Binghamton,” in that tone, you know the one. And he was possibly the only kindergartener in the whole thing. He had the kids all trained to respond to his jokes, but there was one where no one answered, so he did both parts and said, “I’m responding to myself.” God, i can so hear his voice saying that. He told about 15 jokes and every once in a while would look at his sheet of paper. He was reading from his paper. He’s 5.