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I first met my future wife when I called my friend's house and his wife answered the phone. Well, I thought it was his wife so I started flirting with her. Turns out my friend and his wife went out and I was talking to the babysitter. I guess I scared the sh@t out of the youngster.Seven years later I married the babbysitter.(So, I robed the cradle)
Has she gotten her eyes fixed yet ?
I remember as a young lad calling friends and having either their mom or dad answer the phone. I was taught not to just say "is Billy home?" but instead say "hi Mr. xxxxx, this is TonyB. How are you?" and only after acknowledging the adult did I ask to speak to Billy. Today's utes have cell phones before reaching puberty and don't ever have to talk to an adult when calling their friends.How about pre caller-id? It's rare today to take a call not knowing who is calling.
AND back then, we did not ever, ever smart off to any adults other than our parents on the rare occasion when we felt like we needed our asses kicked.
When my beautiful blonde daughter was school-age the phone rang a lot. If the call started with "Is **** there?" I'd say yes and hang up the phone. She'd ask who it was? I'd say, "Some little prick with no phone manners." She'd scowl at Dad, but it wasn't long before some very polite young lads would call and ask to speak to her. She's been married to the best one for many years... and I never even had to threaten his life. (I helped one little bastard through a door without openining it. My bad...)