Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, May 31, 2010

5.30a

The phone rings three times, and she picks up. "Hello?"
"Hi!" I'm so excited. I should have called ages ago.
"Hello?"
"Howdy!"
"Oh, hi! Why did you call?"
"I realized I wasn't doing anything important, so I decided to change that by calling you." Surely that will at least engender a wry chuckle. I chuckle myself, amused by my clever joke.
"I'm sorry, I could only hear half of that. What did you say?"
[sigh] "Nothing."

[silence]

[pulls phone away from ear]
[from 3 bars to none in seconds flat]

7 comments:

  1. Ahhh, so sad. I would have chuckled at that.

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  2. You know, if "I" was calling whom I think "I" was calling (that was a fun clause), seriousness would have been so much... sweeter.

    Okay, okay, so you're right; it's chuckle-worthy. But funny things are funny because they're at least somewhat true, right?

    Anyway, I really hate dropped calls and jokes that never make it to the end because of lousy service.

    I'm glad to see you posting. I expect at least a few more this summer. Okay?

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  3. A novella, I guess. I don't think the distinction really matters, though.

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  4. GOOD
    I shall attempt a read-thru sometime. I hate when people spell thru like that.

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