Fun with Intercoms
January 3, 2001
7:19 a.m.
One of our Christmas presents this year was an intercom system. Last night we got around to installing it. Our house has a bedroom floor, a main floor, and a basement. Lisa took a unit downstairs. I took the kitchen, and Brigid ran upstairs. (Hey--having the kid take the stairs is one of the benefits of parentdom, you know?). Channel A was scratchy, so we shifted to channel B and everything was just great. We had a little fun talking and hitting the call button. I deadpanned a HAL voice, but that didn't go over so well. Finally, I pressed the call button one last time. "Hello?" Brigid answered. "This is Carlton your doorman," I responded. Of course she didn't get it*, but Lisa had come upstairs and we smiled at each other, and that was enough. (* For those others who don't get the reference, it's to all those Rhoda episodes, wherein her apartment doorman (Carlton, natch) would call up and announce each time, "Hi, this is Carlton, your doorman." Great bit.) "She won't get it," Lisa said. "She's getting it," I replied. "No, Daddy, I'm not getting it," Brigid replied, causing Lisa and I to both chuckle since I had NOT been holding down the intercom button when we were speaking. I pressed the talk button again. "Hi, this is Carlton your doorman." "Daddy!" Brigid stewed, not being in on it. "Don't do that anymore!" I hesitated a bit, then pushed the button. "Hi, this is Daddy, your doorman." "Daddy!"   Have a great day.  You guys don't have enough to do, Ron Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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