Shower Shenanigans
Aug. 16th, 2008 08:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deird_ljI am currently covered in bruises, and have firmly resolved never to answer my phone again.
This is all because I had a shower much later than usual this morning. And so I was still in the shower when my phone started ringing.
The phone in question being my home phone, not my mobile.
Most people who want to call me use my mobile. My home phone is only rung by telemarketers, and family members.
Shower
Anyway, I heard the phone start ringing while I was in the final stages of de-shampooing my hair. It was two rings in before my hair was back to sopping wet, rather than soapy.
And answering machines tend to kick in at about ring six. So I figured out that I'd have a total of four rings to get out of the shower, grab a towel, walk down my passage (dripping water all the way), reach the kitchen, and answer the phone.
Not possible. I'm just not that fast. So I shrugged, and started using the conditioner.
That was when I remembered that my home phone doesn't have an answering machine. I've never really needed one - because hardly anyone calls me on that phone.
And the phone reached ring six, and kept going. Seven, eight, nine...
At about ring fourteen I decided that they weren't going to give up - so they obviously had an important reason for ringing. And I didn't have an answering machine, so if I didn't answer, I'd never find out what it was.
Bad Decision
I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and sprinted down the passage, determined to get there before the phone stopped ringing. And I nearly managed it, too.
Unfortunately, my kitchen floor is linoleum.
...which is how I ended up lying on my back, covered in bruises, listening to the eerie silence as the phone finally stopped on ring twenty.
Process Of Elimination
Barring telemarketers, there were really only three households that could have rung me. So I got up, in a fair amount of agony, and started calling back.
Sister number one had not called me. She was, however, concerned about the very weird whimpering noises coming from my end of the conversation.
Next option was my parents. My dad answered, and informed me that he hadn't called me, and that Mum was currently on the phone to Sister number two, so obviously they couldn't have called me either.
That meant telemarketer. Brilliant.
Round Two
I limped back to the shower, and started using the bodywash. I also got the chance to thoroughly examine all my bruises - which, yes, were visible within two minutes of me hitting the kitchen floor.
And then the phone started to ring. Again.
I ignored it.
Culprit
The caller gave up pretty quickly this time, but decided to call my mobile instead. And by this time my shower was basically over, so I grabbed my towel, and walked grimly into my bedroom, where I proceeded to drip water all over my carpet while I answered the phone.
And it was Sister number two. Who apparently had been calling my mother to find out why I hadn't answered my phone the first time...
I've had an exciting day, and it's only 9am.
The phone in question being my home phone, not my mobile.
Most people who want to call me use my mobile. My home phone is only rung by telemarketers, and family members.
Shower
Anyway, I heard the phone start ringing while I was in the final stages of de-shampooing my hair. It was two rings in before my hair was back to sopping wet, rather than soapy.
And answering machines tend to kick in at about ring six. So I figured out that I'd have a total of four rings to get out of the shower, grab a towel, walk down my passage (dripping water all the way), reach the kitchen, and answer the phone.
Not possible. I'm just not that fast. So I shrugged, and started using the conditioner.
That was when I remembered that my home phone doesn't have an answering machine. I've never really needed one - because hardly anyone calls me on that phone.
And the phone reached ring six, and kept going. Seven, eight, nine...
At about ring fourteen I decided that they weren't going to give up - so they obviously had an important reason for ringing. And I didn't have an answering machine, so if I didn't answer, I'd never find out what it was.
Bad Decision
I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and sprinted down the passage, determined to get there before the phone stopped ringing. And I nearly managed it, too.
Unfortunately, my kitchen floor is linoleum.
...which is how I ended up lying on my back, covered in bruises, listening to the eerie silence as the phone finally stopped on ring twenty.
Process Of Elimination
Barring telemarketers, there were really only three households that could have rung me. So I got up, in a fair amount of agony, and started calling back.
Sister number one had not called me. She was, however, concerned about the very weird whimpering noises coming from my end of the conversation.
Next option was my parents. My dad answered, and informed me that he hadn't called me, and that Mum was currently on the phone to Sister number two, so obviously they couldn't have called me either.
That meant telemarketer. Brilliant.
Round Two
I limped back to the shower, and started using the bodywash. I also got the chance to thoroughly examine all my bruises - which, yes, were visible within two minutes of me hitting the kitchen floor.
And then the phone started to ring. Again.
I ignored it.
Culprit
The caller gave up pretty quickly this time, but decided to call my mobile instead. And by this time my shower was basically over, so I grabbed my towel, and walked grimly into my bedroom, where I proceeded to drip water all over my carpet while I answered the phone.
And it was Sister number two. Who apparently had been calling my mother to find out why I hadn't answered my phone the first time...
I've had an exciting day, and it's only 9am.
