OK, so last night. I'm sitting in my room watching Six Feet Under. Normally, I watch it in the living room with one Joe, another housemate, but I got in late from work last night and another housemate was eating dinner and watching tv on the couch. So as not to ask the other housemate to change the channel from the Giants-Cubs game, I made some food and watched the show from my room, which is on the same floor as the livingroom.
About ten minutes into the show, I think I hear a phone ringing but I couldn't tell if it was in the background of the show or in the livingroom of my house. I thought to myself that if it was in the house, the other housemate (we'll call him "Paul") would answer it because he was sitting on the right side of the couch, about three feet from the phone. When the scene on the tv changed and I still heard the phone I decided to go into the living room to investigate, thinking maybe "Paul" was in the restroom. When I opened my door and ran to the livingroom to the livingroom to get the phone, I saw Joe sprint up the stairs (he was outside having a smoke) and grab the phone on the fifth or sixth ring. I also see "Paul" sitting three feet from the phone completely ignoring Joe and me running for the phone.
Joe answered it and it turned out to be a wrong number. This sort of thing has happened before, such as when someone locked me out of the house when I was doing laundry downstairs and "Paul" didn't answer the house phone. Everyone in the house has cell phones and we really only have the home phone for delivery and internet access. When Joe hung up the phone he calmly asked "Paul" why he didn't answer it. To which "Paul" replied that he no one calls him on that number so it wasn't for him. When we both informed him that on more than one occasion we had each taken messages from his mother h the following exchange occurred:
"Paul": Well then, it's virtually never for me. And if it was for me, I'd just let it ring, they would leave a message, and I'd get it later.
Joe: No. No Paul, you wouldn't. I'm not sure it would be on the machine later.
OH, Fuck the Franconia Roller Rink
Posted by cs at August 9, 2004 9:38 AMYo, it's awesome to see you posting again, but I have a question. When you linked me you called it "Sangtia". Is that code or slang for something and I just didn't know? Like for 'slut'? Please say it's slang for slut. Ok, I guess that wouldn't make much sense. Nevermind.
Posted by: jaden at August 12, 2004 12:05 AM