Friend: You had a secure telephone line in your bedroom?
Me: Yup, at least for a while.
Friend: And you didn't ask why?
Me: Nope.
Friend:... sure you did.
Me: Nope.
Friend: I mean, you didn't come out and say 'Kirk, why do we have a huge ugly secure telephone in our bedroom,' but you asked anyway.
Me: Nope.
Friend: Hinted
Me: Nope.
Friend: Suggested.
Me: Nope
Friend: Oh come on!
Me: Honest! I double dog swear with cherries on. I never asked, never hinted, never suggested. Not once.
Friend: You have GOT to be kidding.
Me: He wouldn't have been able to tell me anyway, so what would be the point?
Friend: You're unbelievable.
Me: Gets worse.
Friend: ?
Me: One day he came home really super late and he said he had just gotten back from briefing the White House. They had flown him in by helicopter.
Friend: The White House White House?
Me: Yup, the one with the annual turkey reprieve and the friendly men with very large guns.
Friend: Don't tell me.
Me: Yup, never even asked. I have no idea why he went, what he briefed about, or who was there.
Friend: That's not natural. There would be smoke coming out of my ears.
Me: That's because you keep your head stuffed with brains and things. Mine is a splendid wasteland and therefore free from overheating.
Friend: Well, that explains a lot.
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You never wanted to use the phone "by accident" to order a pizza just to see what would happen?
Dang! My law-abiding self is so ashamed. No, far far too chicken. Darn it. Wouldn't that have made a wonderful story?
'I'll take a large margharita pizza, cracker crust. And take us to def-con 4.'
Sigh.
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