Last night I got home around 10 and D. told me there was a message on the phone for me. Actually, he said "T. left you a message. She sounded really upset at first, so I listened, but then I heard Buffy and I hung up."
Interested, I dialed in to listen.
"Ann, I need to talk to you. I was just watching a Season 2 episode of Buffy, and someone called Giles Ripper, and Google doesn't have anything much to say about this, except that I wasn't hearing things (aside, "yes, Rya, that's right, they called Giles Ripper") So now I need to talk to you and get this straightened out." Click.
It's a lot funnier when you can hear the sheer panic in her voice.
Interested, I dialed in to listen.
"Ann, I need to talk to you. I was just watching a Season 2 episode of Buffy, and someone called Giles Ripper, and Google doesn't have anything much to say about this, except that I wasn't hearing things (aside, "yes, Rya, that's right, they called Giles Ripper") So now I need to talk to you and get this straightened out." Click.
It's a lot funnier when you can hear the sheer panic in her voice.