“…A time to laugh…”
“Thank you for the ride, have a good evening!” I waved to the couple who brought me home after choir practice. I walked up the wet sidewalk and went inside. Dad and Mom were sitting soberly on the couch. There was not the usual talk and greetings, I thought as I took off my shoes. Soon Dad spoke up. “You got a phone call.”
“Who from?” I inquired.
“The police called about a copyright. You’re supposed to call them right back as soon as you get home.” I stared at him.
“OK…” My blood pressure rose rapidly and my mind raced as I slowly made my way to the phone. Everything I’ve writen was original. I never copied anything.
“So, what do I say? Do I tell them my name?”
“Oh, no, they’ll know. The number’s by the phone.” True, there was a folded piece of paper in the receiver. I hesitated. A hundred questions jumbled in my mind. Finally, I picked up the paper. As i unfolded it I read, “Officer…BOBO?” I flung the paper to the floor in disgust. All this, for a MONKEY?
After pacing around the kitchen a few times, I read the rest of the paper.
Everyone was laughing, including me. Now, everytime I see that paper, I remember to be very careful about copyrights!