Saturday, November 22, 2008

Untitled - Part 36

So far.

Thirty-sixth

“Who is it?” asked Jeffrey.

“It doesn’t say,” Linda replied, checking the caller ID. “Do you want me to answer?”

“Dad, you promised we could go to the zoo as soon as you were done with the car,” Tyler said.

“Oh, let it go,” Jeffrey said. “It’s probably a telemarketer.”

7 comments:

Pinko Punko said...

Touche. Touche, Snag, touche. Very much in line with technology and believable. Does not rely on circumstance. She's holding the phone in her hand and I'm yelling at the computer: answer it! answer it! Yet I know that she won't. I'm still hooked. Of course I will comment that your problem now is that some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a horrible, barely unavoidable crime.

Mandos said...

It's a singing telegram, I tell you!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Of course I will comment that your problem now is that some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a horrible, barely unavoidable crime.

I smell identity theft!
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Jennifer said...

We're all yelling, "ANSWER IT!!@!!1!"

Snag said...

For that matter, some percentage of the audience will be disappointed if there isn't a moose.

rotten mcdonald said...

yes, 100 percent is some percentage.

At least there's already been bourbon, even if it was only a mention.


I always pee before a heinous crime.

fish said...

I am pretty sure this is the point where someone dresses up as a person of the opposite sex, a series of miscommunications and mistaken identities, coupled with a love interest, a fairy princess, and an entertainingly foppish old knight, results in a delightful romantic comedy.