Conversations

Today I was talking to my dad on the phone. (On a side note, whenever he returns my calls he says, "Ragged, this is your father." I've never called him "father", but it's a funny start to the conversation and very Darth Vader-esque.) And in this conversation, I was relaying to him that we found two dead bats in our garage. He gets into rodent talk, so I thought I was humoring him.

Ragged: I hate that they got trapped in the garage and died.

Father: Bats are like anything else, Ragged, they live and they die.

It's that clear logic that I count on in times of need.

In an e-mail conversation with a friend today, I explained that I had grown tired of waiting for the bank to set our closing schedule and I had called and left a very clear message as to my needs, wants and wishes.

Ragged: Watch out, Loan Officer, you don't know the power of my OCD.

Friend: I bet he's going to find out the power of your OCD.

Ragged: Oh, yeah, I left my numbers not once, but twice in the message.

Friend: I'm sure he understood.

Ragged: Oh, I used my radio voice to hide my OCD stammer.