Buying Weed From This Dude In High School. The Phone Is Ringing!

I don't know why but something popped into my had the other day that had me laughing. It was in 11th grade and I was going to buy some weed from some dude that I worked with. He told me to come over to his house Saturday afternoon at three.

I had never been to his house before. I find the house, drive by and I'm thinking, "Oh great. His Mom is working in the front yard."

I pull in anyway. I get out of the car and say hi to the mom. She's your typical suburban mom. Overly friendly. Asked how I knew Mark. I say, "Oh I work with him."

"Oh OK. Let me get him. Mark, there's a boy named Jim out here to see you."

Mark walks out, "Hey Jim."

Now at the this point I'm thinking that he's going to bring me into the house or we're going to get in my car and drive somewhere for the transaction. Instead, this happens....

Mark: Mom is that the phone? (there is no phone ringing)

Mom: (looking at him like he's kind of crazy) What? The phone's not ringing.

Mark: Yeah Mom. There it is again. The phone's ringing. (he's just making this up)

Mom: What do you mean the phone's ringing?

Mark: (with sense of urgency and looking at her like she's got a hearing problem) You don't hear that? It's ringing right now?? Go get it.

Mom: OUR phone???

Mark: Yeah! Quick mom! They're gonna hang up!

Mom: Why can't I hear it? (Looking confused she gets up and runs inside the way Edith Bunker runs when the doorbell rings)

Mark pulls weed out of pocket and hands it to me. I hand him money.

The mom comes back out shaking her head and looking confused.

Mom: Mark that wasn't the phone.

Mark: Oh it wasn't? Oh OK. Well, see you later Jim.

Me: OK bye.

Haha! That never would have flown at my house.