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As of late I have been attempting to drop my bad habit of calling people when I get home from being out for the night (aka Drunk Dials). Now, to most families drunk dialing is unheard of… or looked down upon. Apparently in my family it is normal.
Exhibit A: Tonight
Scene: Me at home on my couch, My mum, Aunt Hennie and Marilyn in Kelowna at my parent’s house
At about 10:15pm my phone rings, foolishly I pause my movie and pick it up
Hennie: Kristyyyyyyyyyyy I bet you thought this was going to be a drunk dial
Me: Hmmm yes, looks like it is
Hennie: No it’s not. We aren’t drinking
Me: Right
Hennie: What are you doing?
Me: Watching a movie
Hennie: Who’s there?
Me: me
Hennie: I brought you into the powder room, do you know why we are in the powder room? Do you know what happens in this powder room?
Me: No, but I can only imagine what happens in there
Hennie: NO!, no you can’t. The toilet talks in this powder room
Me: (laughing)
Hennie: You don’t believe me? It does, here, you listen, the toilet TALKS!
(flush)
Me: (laughing)
Hennie: Did you hear it, there is a person in the toilet and they are yelling ‘Help’…. or maybe it’s hello
Me: (laughing)
Hennie: Didn’t you hear it?
Me: No, I heard it flush maybe you should try again
Hennie: Okay, wait it’s still flushing, but when it’s done I’m going to flush again and put the phone real close so you can hear the toilet talking
Me: (laughing) ok
Hennie: We’re dancing, but the boys won’t dance with us, it’s a good thing I have your mum and Maril…. WAIT it’s ready to flush
Me: (laughing)
Hennie: pay attention, cause I’m going to flush it in one second and put you really close to the toilet
Me: ok
(flush)
Hennie: DID YOU HEAR IT?????
Me: (laughing) no. the toilet cannot speak, there is no little person in the toilet
Hennie: Okay do you want us to sing to you?
Me: No.
Hennie/Joan/Marilyn: (singing/screaming/screaching)
And then I hung up on them.
I can only assume that by now they have figured out that I hung up, and expect that there will be at least one more call tonight