Our Loud Neighbors have reached a new benchmark. They’ve rigged their phone so that now, at my desk with the window open, I can hear their caller i.d.
Goody.
In case I didn’t mention it, of course they screen their calls.
About a minute ago, I swear I heard: “Call from Linus Pauling. Call from Linus Pauling. Call from Linus Pauling.”
At first I thought it was techno-garble. Why would a living iconic scientist and do-gooder be calling them, let alone a dead one?
Then I thought some more.
Upon consideration, I believe that Dr. Pauling has somehow managed to pierce the veil between the worlds just to contact the people next door.
They’re really unhealthy. They probably need vitamin C.
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1 comment:
witty, pithy and so much more. good one!
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