Earl Grey Thoughts on Phone Calls

I'm sipping some Earl Grey this morning, thinking about two phone calls we received yesterday. The first call was from a relative of the "distinguished citizen" demographic, telling us that he's writing us into his will, and writing another family member out (due to dangerous habits that do not need to be fueled with more money). While this will not please the family member who was written out, I'm certainly thankful for this turn of events. This family member who is remembering us in his will is fairly wealthy, and while the amount of money that was mentioned is going to set us up for life or anything, it could very well go towards a nice piece of property and a bigger home. Good phone call.

The next phone call we got yesterday was from an old friend that I have not seen in 5 or 6 years or something like that. Initially, little Daniel answered the phone, talked with the person, hung up, and then proceded to provide false information about who it was, what the person wanted, etc. According to Daniel, it was Pappy (my dad), and he wanted to talk about Winnie the Pooh and Karate. Well, we *69'd the call and it was the old friend I mentioned. He says, "Hi Jerry, how are things? Are the kids keeping you busy?" Ok, decent start to a conversation I suppose. He goes on, "Look, there's a business opportunity I'm looking at that you would be very interested in. But it's a little too complicated to discuss over the phone. We're having a meeting on Tuesday at 7pm," HOLD ON! MAN, is that disappointing or what? Another cult like "business" that turns all your old and current friends into walking, living, breathing profits. I said no thanks after he refused to reveal even the smallest bit of information as to the nature of this business... I had to come to the meeting to find out that precious information. Talk to ya in another 5 or 6 years, buddy. Strange phone call.

Phone calls -- they can rock your world, change your life, bum you out, pick you up, tick you off, etc. A virtual roller coaster right there in your home. Which is why I pretty much never answer the phone.