The Broom Closet


The phone rings.

Me: [chirpy] Oh Hi Lynne. Good to hear from you.

L: Oooops. Sorry, John. Didn’t mean to phone you. I pressed the wrong button.

Me: [shoulders slump] Don’t feel bad, Lynne. Most people who phone me don’t mean to.

L: Oh.

Me: It’s alright. I’ll have a little weep in the broom closet and get over it. Until the next time, that is. But just don’t ask me ….

L: [sounding worried]. What?


L: Well are you?

I hang up.



11 thoughts on “The Broom Closet

  1. Lol, that’s the best reaction to an accidental phone call I’ve ever heard of! I’m going to steal that one, John. My poor family has no idea what they’re in for.

    But knowing me, I’ll probably lose character too soon and start laughing when they first begin to squirm.

    Scammers are also fun to mess with, but that’s a whole different spectrum. 😉

    Have a good one, friend.


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  2. Answer good enough… I actually called a guy in my previous university-class by accident a couple of times, because he had the same name as one of my friends. It took me a short while to realise he was the wrong guy, and I didn’t dare to tell him when I found out, because he seemed really happy I called. We ended up going out for beers with some other classmates as a result 😀

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