Friday, May 23, 2003

I was just sitting at

I was just sitting at my desk idly thinking of someone and hoping the phone would ring with a call from that person.  The phone rings.  I’m psychokinetic.  I have powers.  I made the phone ring.  But it’s got to be someone else.  I don’t have that kind of power; even so, I’m kind of buzzed about making the phone ring in the first place even though I don’t want to talk to someone other than the person I’d been thinking about.  I answer the phone before the second ring, announcing myself with unctious formality.  The voice on the other end of the line is not familiar, but has a familiar accent.  The name is the same as the person of whom I’d been thinking, who has this trace of a touch of an accent.  I don’t so much hear it as feel it beneath the words.  But it’s a different person, with a different set of concerns and issues altogether - which we resolve speedily and cheerfully.  So I guess I get about a C+ for having made the phone ring with a call from a person with the same name as the person who I had idly been hoping would call at that moment.  I think this qualifies me for social promotion, in educational lingo.  That means I don’t have to repeat this miracle again, I can go on to the next grade.