Prank calls

This week has been pretty draining, so you can imagine how annoyed I was yesterday when I started receiving crank calls. We had two or three hangups, and then, suddenly, blaring frenetic music-- some sort of yowling vocals with Asian stringed instruments in the background.

I figured it was the hyenas. It was only a matter of time. And so I considered using an old trick my mom used to play with crank callers. She'd keep a whistle in the drawer by the phone, and when they called she'd blow it into the receiver as hard as she could. It was surprisingly effective-- and I used to wonder when I showed up at school if anyone in my classes would exhibit any signs of deafness.

M is still in China, and when he called yesterday evening I started enumerating all of the day's petty annoyances. When I got to the crank caller he started to snicker sheepishly. Seems he'd been at a business dinner with an impressive floor show. Under the influence of Chinese beer he decided that I would probably enjoy the cultural highlight-- he called me, and without a word, set the phone on the table and left it there until he noticed I'd hung up. ???

Yep. I actually got crank called by my own husband. It's probably a good thing I couldn't find that whistle after all...

*(the hangups were apparently M as well, but the problem was due to our crappy 1&1 modem and not Chinese beer.)