Thursday, July 28, 2011

At the tone, the time will be...

Remember the time lady? Ha. I was totally reminiscing about her the other day. My Dad was super obsessive about the clocks in our house when I was little--ensuring that each one was set to the actual, real time. He was super specific. Like an astronaut, only without the bubble head. So I have many a fond memory of my Dad telling us to call 894-1212 to get the exact time and repeat it to him. Verbatim. Live. To the nanosecond.

"Good evening. At the tone, the time will be 6:24, and forty seconds. Beeeeeeeep." Click click.

"Good evening. At the tone, the time will be 6:24, and fifty seconds. Beeeeeeeep." Click click.

"Good evening. At the tone, the time will be 6:25, exactly. Beeeeeeeep."

Obviously, I did it with a British accent, ensuring it was as ridiculous as possible for my flawless reenactment to Joe. I also made my Dad sound like Father Time himself. On purpose. But that's neither here nor there, because Joey actually ratted me out to my Dad. Via email!

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From: Joey
Subject: Sticking up (read: kissing ass) for my father-in-law
 
Quite recently your daughter made fun of you for making her call the official time lady so you could set all of the clocks in your house to the correct time. She said it was a funny childhood memory and thought you were a bit obsessive for doing it. I said it was brilliant! If it were not for the cable box and our cell phones letting us know what the time was, I would make Alex call the time lady also.
 
From: Dad
Subject: RE: Sticking up (read: attempting to be funny) for my father-in-law (son-in-law)
 
Thank you Joe--at least somebody sticks up for me! It was brilliant and the only accurate time we had available. Now we have atomic clocks, cellphones, mandroids and blueberries--but not back in the day! Nowadays, and if Kristi were still living at home, I would have her log onto her cellular device and tell me the time. And if it were 2000 years ago, I'd have her go out and look at the sundial! I'm just sayin'.

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Now, there are at least 4 lessons to be learned from the above conversation: 1) Never trust a husband. Especially when brownie points with the FIL are involved. 2) If I were still living at home, I would not have to log into any cellular device, because I would actually have already killed myself for living at home at the ripe old age of 28. 3) I do not actually know how to read a sundial, because they are ridiculous. And 3) My Dad said "mandroids" and "blueberries." DYING.
 
Joey? I'm onto you and your little games. And Dad? Mandroids...seriously?! I die.

1 comment:

Twin Engines said...

We used to call her, too! I wonder if she retired?