and the entertaining part is we are both a little deaf.
Phone Transcript:
Dad: I'm Rte 128, I'll be there in a couple minutes.
Me: Do you think you could get me a coffee on the way?
D: (Getting louder) A WHAT?
M: A COFFEE.
D: WHAT KIND OF COFFEE?
M: JUST A LARGE REGULAR FROM WHEREVER YOU HAPPEN TO BE.
D. WHAT?!
M: A LARGE REGULAR!
D (screaming now): DO YOU WANT SUGAR!?!
M: REGULAR!!
D: DID YOU SAY BLACK!?!
M: REGULAR!!!
D: SO, NO CREAM OR SUGAR!?!
M: TELL! THE! NICE! PERSON! BEHIND! THE! COUNTER! YOU! WANT! A! LLAAARRRGE! RRREEEEGUUUULLLLAAARRRR! COOOOFFFFFEEEE!!!
D: I'LL! BE! THERE! IN! A! FEW! MINUTES!!!!
I always wondered why my mother hated talking to us on the telephone, I'm pretty excited to see what he shows up with. It could be a regular coffee, could be something completely different.
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