Here is the conversation between me and my brother.
He calls:
Him: I'm alive
Me: Where the h*ll have you been?
him: here
Me: So why didnt you answer the phone?
him: Because I like to make you crazy and raise your anxiety level.
Me: O-M-G...I was freaking out.
him: ok
Me: Please answer next time I call you
him: maybe
me: *sigh* And why didnt you email mommy for the past 2 days.
him: same reason I didn't answer the phone for you
me: because you like to raise her anxiety level?
him: Yea- it keeps you healthy
me: WHAT!?! Get a life! Please email her.
him: maybe
me: Are you ever going to grow up?
him: no
You'd think he was an immature teen. Nope- he is an immature 25 year old.
Once I got off the phone with him there is a knock on my door. (When someone knocks on my door in daylight I'm scared so at 9:00- it isn't good.)
This conversation is through the door.
Me: Who is it?
Him: Scott, your neighbor?
me: Can I help you?
him: I'm your new neighbor
me: Ok.
him: Does Rick live there?
Me: No
Him: No Rick?
me: No.
him: Are you sure?
me: Yes.
him: ok- bye
I can't believe he asked me if I am sure Rick doesn't live here.
*sigh*
Edit: Thanks Moxie! I'll keep that in mind
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Updated On: 7/17/06 at 09:02 PM