Oh Canada?
Aug. 5th, 2010 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norcumiSo apparently me and Quindar were in some kind of 50s screwball comedy, I can only guess American Hillbillies, or some bizarre reality TV show like that. So it was all in shades of black and white, and I didn't think that was odd. We'd just moved to Canada, and I was apparently taking a tour of his office, and upon seeing an old telephone booth, I wanted to call my mother and give her the good news about the job and move and the like (I even thought at the time that the cell phone would work better, though come on, classic old phone booth with the folding doors and everything! Of course I had to try this!). Or maybe just that all was well, or something. But alas! the phone booth charged $2.50 Canadian for the call. Well, that was ok, I wanted to get rid of my American change, and I kept telling people that as I dug around and started plonking lots o' change from my wallet (and I really DO tend to carry a lot).
The phone, however, was quite able to tell that I was using American currency, and so I was getting something like 3/5 of what I was actually putting in, and I was starting to run out of sufficient change. Don Knotts offered me a spare penny, along with some other dude typical of the period that I feel I should recognize. Don Knotts didn't sound like himself when he was proudly declaring that this was one of the new pennies, wasn't it, though I tried to gently point out to him that this was one of the 1952-196? runs of pennies - and it was ok, since I never really enjoyed how he sounded in the first place.
So when I finally got enough money in (one could tell, since the digital readout was quite clear about how much money it'd thought I had put in), the very nice operator had me on hold. This was irksome, since I figured my minute and a half call would be taken up by time on hold, but eh, it was just to get rid of my change, right?
As I was pacing back and forth to hold music, Quindar's boss came out - this was not his actual boss, but a stocky middle aged dude with slicked back (and thus obviously very balding) black hair, the high pants, and breathy high pitched voice - totally typical of the era. He informed Quindar (I think he was calling him Bertie??) that he was inviting himself over to dinner, and as Quindar and I looked at each other in horror, since the house is a mess, the alarm went off.
Thank. Gods.
Though really, how ELSE could something like this end?
The phone, however, was quite able to tell that I was using American currency, and so I was getting something like 3/5 of what I was actually putting in, and I was starting to run out of sufficient change. Don Knotts offered me a spare penny, along with some other dude typical of the period that I feel I should recognize. Don Knotts didn't sound like himself when he was proudly declaring that this was one of the new pennies, wasn't it, though I tried to gently point out to him that this was one of the 1952-196? runs of pennies - and it was ok, since I never really enjoyed how he sounded in the first place.
So when I finally got enough money in (one could tell, since the digital readout was quite clear about how much money it'd thought I had put in), the very nice operator had me on hold. This was irksome, since I figured my minute and a half call would be taken up by time on hold, but eh, it was just to get rid of my change, right?
As I was pacing back and forth to hold music, Quindar's boss came out - this was not his actual boss, but a stocky middle aged dude with slicked back (and thus obviously very balding) black hair, the high pants, and breathy high pitched voice - totally typical of the era. He informed Quindar (I think he was calling him Bertie??) that he was inviting himself over to dinner, and as Quindar and I looked at each other in horror, since the house is a mess, the alarm went off.
Thank. Gods.
Though really, how ELSE could something like this end?
