So we have a closet at work; well, it's a small room; that we keep office supplies in. It also houses our refrigerator, coffee maker and associated items, and boxes of...shit I guess. I have no idea what's in them.
In this closet, peculiarly, is a telephone. I'm not talking stored, I'm saying the phone is plugged into the wall and gets a dialtone. Now, I've never seen anyone answer it, or check the voice mailbox; but occasionally the fucker will ring. Of course, me being a curious little monkey, I'm always tempted to answer it:
"Hello, you've reached the closet."
Or maybe:
"This is shank, I'm in the closet. How may I help you?"
I've asked people if it used to be someone's office or something; but the consensus is that the space has in fact been utilized as a closet since the beginning of time. I mean, if it's always been a closet, it seems odd for a phone to be there; hence the intense curiosity about who may be on the other side of the ring.
Maybe it's God; and he just wants to say he loves us. Maybe it's the Commissioner, looking for Batman but accidentally transposing a few numbers. Maybe it's the internal complaint line. Me personally? I think it's a portal in and out of the Matrix. One day, when I have my affairs in order and I'm ready to take the red pill, I will answer the phone and bravely plunge myself into the truth. I hope I get to be The One.
Posted by shank at October 28, 2005 04:24 PM | TrackBackthat's sweet. i love random shit like that.
Posted by: sis at October 28, 2005 05:02 PMYou should answer it. The suspense is killing me.
Posted by: De at October 28, 2005 06:05 PMI think it's your alterego "slink", he's planted a trigger word in your head via hypnosis, and once you answer the phone you will immediately walk out onto the street and try and assassinate your nearest member of Congress.
Or maybe it's your sister phoning, wondering why you never call.
Posted by: Oorgo at October 28, 2005 06:23 PMthat bitch does suck at calling back. but he remembers sometimes. and the fact that i'm still breathing is a testament to The Brothers.
Posted by: sis at October 28, 2005 09:03 PMYou should quit watching so many sci-fi movies, shank.
Posted by: jenE at October 29, 2005 11:00 AMIt was me. Nothing important - was just seeing if you wanted to grab a couple of beers after work.
Posted by: Jim at October 29, 2005 07:21 PM