Phone Fun with Dave
Phone conversations with my brother are usually hilarious, at least for the other person in the room listening to my end of the conversation. He invariably calls me when I'm hanging out with my friend Jess, and I can see the anticipation on her face when I say, "It's my brother." Because she knows that a bizarre encounter is about to take place. My husband gets the same kick out of these phone calls, which usually consist of me saying the same few phrases over and over: "What? Wait, what? What are you talking about? Um, okay."
Today I had the pleasure of listening to my mom's side of a phone call with her son. I'm not sure if it's funnier when you hear just her side of it or the whole thing. You decide:
Version 1
Mom: Hello. ...What?... No, it was a goat!!
Version 2:
Mom: Hello.
Bro: When you were a kid at Aunt Mid's, what chased you?
Mom: What?
Bro: Was it a turkey or a peacock?
Mom: No, it was a goat!!
Today I had the pleasure of listening to my mom's side of a phone call with her son. I'm not sure if it's funnier when you hear just her side of it or the whole thing. You decide:
Version 1
Mom: Hello. ...What?... No, it was a goat!!
Version 2:
Mom: Hello.
Bro: When you were a kid at Aunt Mid's, what chased you?
Mom: What?
Bro: Was it a turkey or a peacock?
Mom: No, it was a goat!!
| 9:19 PM
1 Comments:
The sad part is that those were prob 2 tame examples of my phone calls. Oh and let me tell you the joy I get from hearing that Jess and James get excited over my calls. Nice...no no...Jack nice!
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