Tara McCarthy, what are you up to?
So I get this odd voice mail on my cell phone the other day:
Hey Tim, it’s T-Mac. It’s 9:49 Eastern. Hot dog’s in the bun. Clear as crystal. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
I checked my incoming call log, but it was listed as “Restricted.” But my phone has a neat feature: I can reply to a message even if I don’t know the incoming number. So I hit 8 to do just that. The computer said, “At the tone, record your reply to mailbox…” and then the message-sender’s voice jumped in: “Tara McCarthy.”
So I said something like, “T-mac. Got your message. The church bells ring at three. Again, the church bells ring at three. As always, we’re code blue.”
I have no idea who Tara McCarthy — T-Mac — is, or who she thought she was calling. But now I suspect she’s just as confused.
Leland says:
Now you’ve done it.
The missles will fly at 3:00 and it’s all over but the crying.
Nice going! ;)