Your bedroom at age fifteen. You and your friend have been on the phone, for about forty-five minutes, discussing the critical matter of what you will be wearing to school the next day.
YOU:
Well, it was going to be my black stirrup pants and white sweater...
FRIEND:
Oh, it's going to be so hot tomorrow. You will be sweating all day.
YOU:
That's true, maybe the denim skirt with a
That's true, maybe the denim skirt with a
WOMAN''S VOICE:
THIS IS THE ATT OPERATOR. YOUR FATHER HAS BEEN TRYING TO GET THROUGH ON THIS LINE. PLEASE CALL HIM IMMEDIATELY.
After peeling yourself off the ceiling from the shock of having a complete stranger break into your conversation:
YOU:
I guess I have to go
FRIEND:
O.K.. Bye
Emergency break troughs: 99% NOT an emergency. And remember just calling the Operator and asking her to listen in to see if the phone was just off the hook? And she would report back that she heard conversation on the line so, yes, someone was home. That's some serious NSA-type activity right there.
And this close cousin: your Dad picking up an extension of the phone in the kitchen and just announcing: "TIME TO GET OFF THE PHONE".
Scared the snot out of me every time. Jeesh