Flash Post 281!
Button, I bet my bottom dollar that you’ll laugh so much at this post that you’ll split your sides.
Try me.
I called Dost on the number he has by his bedside to check if he’s okay eating alu parathas for dinner tonight.
Me: Hello.
Dost: Hello.
Me: Hello.
Dost: Hello. Who’s this?
It was clear that he wasn’t being able to hear me. It was also a little odd as he couldn’t recognise my voice. So I again said:
Me: Hello. Can’t you recognise who I am?
Dost: Hello. Who’s this?
Me: alubaba (My pet name for Dost because he can eat alu (potatoes) for breakfast, lunch and dinner!) Hello alubaba, it’s me.
Dost: Alubaba! Who’s that?
By this time I was rolling on the bathroom floor. Yes, I was calling Dost from the bathroom.
Me: It’s me. Can’t you recognise my voice?
Dost: Hello (Raised voice). Hello. Go and eat shit whoever you are. Saying that, he banged down the phone.
I called again but got a busy tone. When I came out after my shower to check why there had been a constant busy tone, I found that he had taken the receiver off the phone hook!
Dost replied: someone was asking for alubaba again and again and again and I got fed up as I’m concentrating on my column for next week.
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