Aunt Omega had been expecting a really important phone call from her tax accountant. The IRS had sent her a letter saying that she owed additional income tax and it had her in a real tizzy. She kept a vigil by the telephone.
If anyone called her, she would tell them that she couldn’t. She had to keep the line open for her tax man. This, in spite of the fact that she had call-waiting (or as she called it “waiting call”). Aunt Omega had several phrases that she said backwards. One that comes to mind is sideburns. She always called them burnsides.
Anyway, two days went by with Auntie O babysitting that telephone. On my way home from work, I decided to stop by and visit for a little while. I noticed immediately that Aunt O had been to the beauty shop.
“Your hair looks really nice,” I commented. “Also, since you went out to the beauty shop, that must mean that you heard from your tax man, too. Did he get everything straightened out?”
Aunt Omega, looking very proud of herself, said, “No, still haven’t heard from him yet, but I figured out how to not have to be tied Dow to this house!”
“Oh, yeah, how did you manage that?” I wondered.
“Easy!” she beamed as she held up the handset of her cordless phone. “I just took my phone with me in my pocketbook!”
“But, Auntie, that’s not a cell phone. It won’t work away from your house.”
“Don’t tell me, I see people at Walmart all the time talking on their telephones. I had mine right there in my purse and it didn’t ring a single time.”
” I guess you’re right, Auntie. He probably just hasn’t had time to get it straightened out yet.”
Love her heart.