True story. When I was three, our apartment had a telephone with the base attached to the wall in the kitchen. The receiver was connected to the base with a long curly cord that allowed you to bring the phone with you as you walked around the kitchen or into another room.
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So, one day, a babysitter came to watch me so my mother could do something. Who knows what. But no one was in the apartment but me and the babysitter. Probably my father was working at the emergency room and my big brother was at school.
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At some point I got very hungry. But the babysitter was on the telephone. It seemed endless. I wanted lunch. I think she was ignoring me so. That wouldn’t do.
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So I got a scissors.
While her back was turned and she was chatting away, I just went over and cut the cord with my little scissors. Suddenly she stop talking.
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While her back was turned and she was chatting away, I just went over and cut the cord with my little scissors. Suddenly she stop talking.
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To this day, I remember how she tried to take the two ends of the cord and attach them together so she could continue her phone call.
She also threatened me that my parents were going to be very angry when they got home. Reader, they were not angry. They laughed.
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She also threatened me that my parents were going to be very angry when they got home. Reader, they were not angry. They laughed.
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