by Catriona Mills

Strange Conversations: Part One Hundred and Fifty-Five

Posted 19 June 2009 in

Nick trots out about half-past six to pick up some fish and chips for tea.

Half an hour later, we have the following conversation over Gmail chat:

NICK: Hello! I am outside!
ME: Where are your keys?
NICK: Who knows! Halp!
ME: Why did you lock the front door if you didn’t take your keys?
NICK: Food is cooling down!

Thank goodness for iPhones, eh?

Share your thoughts [3]

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Gritchen wrote at Jun 19, 10:50 PM:

or, you know, he could just like knock on the door or something.

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heretic wrote at Jun 20, 12:13 AM:

Life imitates XKCD? http://xkcd.com/530/

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Catriona wrote at Jun 20, 08:31 AM:

Yep, that seems like something Nick would do, all right.

Though to be fair to him, Gritchie, he did knock once—but he tends to knock when he can’t bothered pulling his keys out and thinks I’m in the living room. But I was in the back of the house, had my hands full, and thought he was just being lazy, so I ignored him. That’s when the messaging started.

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