I posted this topic because I just got an email from my best high school friend announcing the birth of a daughter. We shared a phone call which brought up old memories. His dad was the priest at an Episcopal Church. When my friend Ted, the old man and his mom went away to deal with his sister's complicated pregnancy, they left his younger brother Theo alone for 4 weeks. He was fifteen. Bad idea. I, as the responsible college freshman and semi-adopted son, was put in charge of making sure he didn't burn the house down while he went to summer school for having flunked math (been there, done that, got the T shirt). Also a bad idea. Anyway, I call Theo one day, to make sure he's still alive. The answering machine picks up " BONG (sound of a chinese gong Theo had bought for his band). Pause...You have reached the home of the Holy Man La!!@#$%(name deleted). BONG! Here, sins are forgiven and hypocrisy justified, all for $19.99 a month. For prior iindulgences..pauses....BONG...$100 for venal sins, mortal sins are negotiable. BONG..Thank you for calling the Holy Man La@##$. I tore him a new one. What I didn't realize was that he left the same damn thing on the Church's machine, with no one being the wiser.

The damn thing was up and running for nearly a month. A stumbling block? Try an offensive guard.

Twenty years later and that still makes me laugh. Anyone have similar stories to share?
FQ13