May 08, 2006
The year — probably '95. The scene — the shop at the residence of my friend Alvin. Alvin and I were hanging out as we often did, and we always act silly. One of my jokes was completely unremarkable: I picked up the telephone handset, listened for a dial tone, and hung up. “It works,” I announced. Later that day, Alvin's sister Mandy came home, and she picked up a telephone, put it to her ear, said, “It works” — and she hung it up. Had she been spying on us? No, she was not even home at the time, it seemed. I think fate was just trying to amuse us. I hope so. Or Mandy did a good job of hiding.