Friday rolls around-then Saturday; Sunday; Monday and then Tuesday.
I am diligently at work and my phone rings amist the sea of cubicles in the area. Glancing over at the time, I realize it's possibly Elizabeth. She usually calls me when she gets home from her classes. Today being Tuesday, it's usually around three in the afternoon.
"Hello. Peter Knight."
"Hi Peter. It's me," Elizabeth responds. Remarkably, the line sounds clean. Just a little crackle here and there.
"Oh hey. How was your day?"
"Good so far. Class was okay. Same thing…"
The static is not noticeable until a few seconds later, where it starts quietly and builds like a tidal wave making it impossible for both sides to communicate. It is a weird phenomenon though-on her end, it's unbearable to listen to where the static is at volume level 10, and the receiving call is at level 7: on this end, I could hear her fine along with the static.
She continues, "…and that's how it was. Can you believe that?"
"Yeah. Sounds a little weird"
"What?" she asks, "I can't here you. What was that?"
"I said yes. That does sound a little weird."
"And get this…" her day's tale continues onward along with the static.
"That does sound kinda funny," I answer.
"What?" she asks again in a louder tone.
Raising my voice slightly, "I said that does sound kind of funny."
"What? I didn't catch that last part."
"Funny. I said kind of funny."
"Funny?" she asked.
"Yes. Funny." I reaffirmed.| continue |
