My I please preface my remarks by saying that I love my uncle. And this is what happened just now.
Ring ring. The Rayman answers as he is very close to the phone. “Hello.” “Oh, hello.”
“ I’m not sure. Let me ask Dianna.”
“Dianna. Do you know the number for the groomer in Los Osos?
“Yes.”, I reply.
Rayman proceeds, “Uncle needs the number.”
I respond by saying that I will call him back. (an aside: at this point in the interaction, I have just taken the monkey off my Uncle’s back and safely put it on to my own back)
Click goes the phone.
So, I rummage around to find the number. IT IS NOT IN MY IPHONE. Drats. So, I google the number and dial up Uncle to give him the info. Incidentally, it’s dinner time. Okay. So it’s continues thus.
Uncle says, “Hello.”
I reply, “Hi, the number is xxx-xxxx.” In unison he repeats “xxxx.”
I say, “Oh, you have the number.”
He replies, “Of course I have the number. Where is she?”
I answer, “In Los Osos.”
“OF COURSE SHE’S IN LOS OSOS. WHAT’S HER ADDRESS?”
I stammer, “50”, and then I stop and say, “You are really funny.”
“JUST GIVE ME THE ADDRESS.”, he shouts with a tone implying that I knew what he wanted all along. (Of course, I didn’t which made it funnier and continued the laugh.)
“WHAT’S THE ADDRESS?”, he shouted.
“5000 Main Street.”, I inform.
“Well, okay, that’s all I wanted to know”, in a tone announcing that his exasperation is waning.
Click.
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