Tonight the phone rang (yes, my landline phone…I still have one. It rings more than my cell phone does).
I could all ready tell it was someone I didn’t want to talk to, just from the static on the other end and the hesitant pause.
ANONYMOUS FEMALE CALLER: “May I speak with the woman of the house?”
The “woman of the house”? Who asks for the “woman of the house” these days? Then again, I was speaking to her on a landline…
For a moment I almost told the caller to hold while I got my daughter on the phone. Then I remembered she’s only eleven.
ME: You’re speaking to her.
ANONYMOUS FEMALE CALLER: “Hello, I’m so-and-so from such-and-such right-wing political bullshit organization. We’re calling today to get your opinion on abortion. Are you pro-life or pro-choice?”
ME: (without missing a beat): “Pro-choice.”
There was dead silence on the other end. Apparently she must have taken me for some gung-ho Republican and was taken aback.
ANONYMOUS FEMALE CALLER: “Is there another female present who I may speak with?”
A small part of me thought of getting my husband on the phone with his best Mrs. Doubtfire impression.
I thought better of it as I slammed down my landline.