|Two phonelines ... fun!
||[Jun. 9th, 2002|01:01 pm]
Remember how I was saying the other day that all phone calls around here are for my 13-year-old brother?|
What's worse is that we have two phone lines. We got the second way back in modem days and just never got rid of it, so that's "his" number.
So I hear the second line ring a dozen times until his answering machine picks up, then his friends hang up and call the main line, thinking maybe he's in some remote part of the house that can't hear only half the number of phones ringing as the main line.
Which means I can answer the main line immediately with "Cole's in Seattle this weekend watching some baseball... can I take a message?"
Kinda throws them for a loop.
And shit... now I forgot that kid's name.