Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Phone Call

I'm at the ballet studio working.
The phone rings.
Hello, ballet studio. How may I help you?
You did it to me again!
Mr.? What are you talking about?
There is no TP in the bathroom! You left me high and dry.
Sorry, can't help you. I didn't use that bathroom today.
Whoever left me with no TP is going to get my butt wiped on their pillow!
Is #1 there? Have him get you some from the garage (There is an entire case of TP in the garage.)
He is on the phone. (So you are using your cell phone in the bathroom... Interesting...)
So... get him off the phone.
Okay, well, what do you want me to do?
Okay... I'll be home in a little while.

Whooeee was he mad!
Guess who used the last of the TP?
Yup... he did.

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