Scummy calls me in absolute hysterics the other day to tell me the following story:
She called over to Marc and Tarah’s house to check in on the 9 month prego lady. When on the other line she hears in a very deep and masculine (and poetic) voice….”Well hello Thackers.” Scummy immediately asked when they got caller ID. Marc got pretty serious at this point, and described the horrid encounter their family endured the night before. Marc said they had been harassed twice by an unknown caller, and in an effort to protect his family…he thought caller ID was, at this point, a necessary evil.
Scene II….The night before
Micah and I were heading up to LAX with Skilly and Scout. We were heading out for the weekend to North Carolina on a red eye. On our way up, in an effort to have some fun, I started dialing my regulars for a little crank calling. Some of the regulars were available, but instantly called me by name. I don’t get how they always know it’s me, but no matter what accent I use, they know the culprit. (Could be that all of my accents are the exact same like Micah says. I swear that I hear my crystal clear English accent very differently than my Australian one. But just like my singing voice that sounds perfect in my own ears, I guess others hear something differently than I do. Basically…I totally get those poor saps trying out for American Idol, who REALLY think they sounds good.) Anyway, the crank calling turned out to be shorter than usual, so I hit up a few new ones. And I must say that Marc Hemeon AKA HeMan, always makes for a good story one way or another….so I dialed.
In order to appreciate the call, I must give a little background. Our big, athletic, clean-cut Marc used to sport a more Greenpeace/Rennaisance get up. You know…the cut off painter’s pants, Birkenstocks with socks, and long hair look. I always picture him with a pipe in his mouth when I think about it. He had a special liking for names like Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson. His idea of a perfect evening was lighting the fireplace, breaking out a little poetry and reading some excerpts. Hence…the call.
Marc: Hello
Me (in a very great,poetic accent - according to me): To be…or not to be.
Marc: Who is this?
Me: Romeo, romeo…where art thou Romeo?
Marc: Seriously…who is this? (Honestly, how he didn’t pick up that it was Scummy or me by now was hilarious)
Me: (by this time I was out of poems, so Micah was feeding them to me as we were cracking up!) A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…..
Marc hangs up.
Micah and I were dying that he didn’t immediately know it was me, so of course I HAD to call back.
Marc: Hello
Me: starting into another poem……..
Marc: If you call back, I’m gonna call the cops on you. AND HE WAS SERIOUS!
When he hung up, Micah and I were almost in tears. We immediately called the Tacky’s to tell them the classic Marc story. Scummy was dying! But things only got better when Marc decided to finally spend the $$ and get caller ID due to the harassment!
In conclusion, I have two things I must say. #1 - I will abide by the 10pm calling curfew you set out for me and Scummy (I know she is the real culprit). #2 - Marc…haven’t you ever heard of *67?
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Just for the record - there is no way Marc could ever live that one down!
Unbelieveable… really, unbelieveable. I know you don’t call our house much… if ever… but for the record our curfew starts when the street lights come on!
Comment by JessCuz — February 29, 2008 @ 9:30 pm
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A few more points of the story above - I believe the first night the perps called back 3 times - very annoying. We got caller ID after the first barrage of calls and even tried to block the calls but the phone company said they could not block from private numbers. So I let it got until. . . .
Later in the week we got more calls - we were asleep and let the machine get the calls and we here more of the annoying voice leaving us a long message. So at that point I called the phone company purchased caller ID and Call blocking and then just waited for more prank calls and proceeded to block the incoming numbers - one of which was from John Clifford or something like that - I have no idea who that was, but only fueled our suspicions that the prank calls were being done by someone we did not know. After that call I got a final call that night from “Denison” and at this point I had spent the last hour on the phone with the phone company implementing all these phone protections and it was Lindsey laughing - so I was very rude to her - I think I told her to get a life or something and hung up. Now the calls are all blocked and we are having wonderful restful evenings without interruption. (Scummy aka Summer Thacker - made the blocked call list because she knew of the prank calls and did not try to stop Lindsey - a simple “hmm, Lindsey I think Tarah needs her rest, lets prank call someone else, because a I care about my friend Tarah and realize calling her this late will interrupt her precious sleep”).
Comment by Marc — March 3, 2008 @ 4:54 pm
Marc… you are SO dead! You just LOVE to keep dragging me into this… I have realized that keeping my mouth shut is best. I have opened it too many times in situations and then become in trouble. Can’t we all just get along. As the beatles said, “All you need is LOVE, da, na, na, na, na”!
Comment by summer — March 3, 2008 @ 5:09 pm
So there it is! Jenny told me about this blog entry but when I looked a couple weeks back it was no where to be found. Nice picture of whomp. No baby yet I know you called and I will call you tomorrow.
Comment by tarah — March 16, 2008 @ 10:09 pm