One morning my wife had a couple of her girlfriends over for breakfast. A minute or two after they left our house the phone rings. My wife looks at the number on caller ID and its her own cell phone calling. So she figured that one of the girls mistakenly picked up her phone and was calling to say she’d be returning it.
When she picks up the phone there’s heavy breathing and a rustling noise on the other end. So she hangs up. But it calls back again, this time more of the same heavy breathing. (Oh and before you decide to jump ahead, it’s not me)
My wife is starting to get a little freaked out, so she hangs up the phone again. But Lord only knows why, she decides to call her cell phone back. I guess she wanted to give the “perv” a piece of her mind. (My wife will on occasion, make it her job to try to catch up with the raving lunatic on the road that has just cut her off and let him know how she feels…During these situations I’ve always found it works best if you just calmly turn to your spouse and ask a very simple question, “What do you think you’re doing?”)
As it turns out, her cell phone is ringing, and the ringing is “IN” the house…like coming from a room right off the front door.
It only gets better. (As I hear this story in my mind I’m banging my head against a wall thinking, “Just Run From the House, Run as Fast as You Can!”) Instead of running from the house like a mad woman, she decides to walk towards the front door to “investigate.”
Phone is still ringing, she turns the corner into our den and there…is the Hairy Beast (our dog Murphy). He’s got his smelly snout in my wife’s coat pocket scrounging for left over treats. As my wife enters the room, he quickly pulls his head out of her coat pocket… with the cell phone in his mouth.
At this point Murphy’s probably thinking, “Crap, if I only knew how to dial 911...because I think I’m going to need it in a couple of seconds.”
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