It was the phone call to end everything.
‘Hello? Who is this?’
The voice from the other end of the phoneline was raspy. Definately a fake raspiness in an attempt to sound older. He croaked, ‘I know who you are.’
I’d heard of this nightly caller from the other staff. As a result, I had been looking forward to my night shifts. I cheerfully responded, ‘Great! I know who I am, too! Finally, I’ve met a kindred spirit!’
There was a brief pause before the laboured voice said, ‘I know what you did.’
‘Ooo! Get you!’ I think I covered up my panic well.
‘I know everything about you.’
I hit my stride again. ‘I’d be surprised if you’re continent.’
I heard his real voice. ‘You what? Content?’
‘Continent,’ I corrected the young whipper snapper patiently. ‘I’d be surprised if you were continent because I let out a little wee when I think about the things I’ve done. Mountain climbing in Yosemite. Paragliding in Derbyshire. Stuff like that. You know what I mean?
The young whipper snapper was clearly on the back foot because his riposte was, ‘Your mother’s a ho.’
I smiled to myself and said into the receiver, ‘My mother’s a gardening implement?’
I heard a click as the young whipper snapper put down the receiver. I replaced my receiver on the cradle and opened the shift log book. I wrote a brief message;
“I have outwitted the nuisance caller. We can all now look forward to many a tedious night shift.”
Damn.
Inspired by a real situation. One of my colleagues made the nuisance caller hang up.
