ACT ONE:
There was a rapping (gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door) on the door the other night near bedtime. We never get visitors that late. I peered out the peephole and was greeted with...nothing! I unlatched the door and saw a box on the step. A white truck was pulling away. My wife's maiden name was on the box.
In one fluid move the package was snatched up and placed on a bookshelf away from prying eyes the door closed and locked as I strolled back into the living room. My wife and children gazed at me until I sat, and my son asks aloud, "Who was at the door?" I stared directly at my wife and announced:
"FedX brought a B-O-X for X-mas from your mother's X."
The kids had no idea what had just happened.
ACT TWO:
The week
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I call AT&T and once I finally get to speak to a person - seriously, you guys would not believe how these conversations go. Well,
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ACT THREE:
(11:52:33 AM) Professortom: guess what?
(11:54:49 AM) EricHowton: You don't seriously expect me to answer that do you? I mean, given the circumstances of communication via this medium you're actually expecting me to say, "What?" prior to you releasing what it is you want me to know?
(11:55:36 AM) Professortom: yes.
(11:55:47 AM) Professortom: I'll wait for you to say "what?"
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User Professortom Blocked
I really don't have time for that.
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