Girls Write Out
Thursday, June 28, 2007

It was bound to happen sometime. My past keeps catching up with me. Last week it was the Kurt Russell crush. Last night all those prank phone calls my friend and I made when we were kids came rushing back. The reason? At midnight, we got a prank call.

I was happily minding my own business, having a nice little dream when the phone screamed through the night air. My hand groped along the stand knocking over the lamp, the books, the chocolate—er, uh, the lamp and books. I finally found the phone, answered it and the little girl on the other end said something stupid.

For this I wiped out the lamp?

I hung up.

Before I could get too smug about it all, my past zipped into view. The midnight calls to unsuspecting people, telling them their refrigerator was running, they’d better go catch it.

Yes, I have a past I’m not proud of.

But I don’t for a second believe I’m alone in this. Girls will be girls. We giggle, eat chocolate, giggle, and, well, make phone calls.

It suddenly occurs to me I’m sharing far too much on this blog.
Diann Hunt  
posted at 6:55 AM  
  Comments (16)
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At 7:08 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Diann Hunt! I'm surprised at you! Prank calls. Tsk, tsk. But don't ask me about the stupid things I did. I'm not telling. LOL

At 7:21 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

I'm slime.

This blog is bringing out my dark side. In fact, since the call last night, I've thought of some good lines for . . . .

Oh, never mind.

Colleen Coble, you fess up. It's only fair.

At 7:25 AM, Blogger Crystal Laine said...

That's right, Colleen. You were the one who started all that business about your crushes on Mr. Spock, of all people. I guess that's better than Dr. Spock.

Diann, I can't think of anything "prankish" I ever did, but I did a lot of dare devil type stunts that could've gotten me killed.

At 10:03 AM, Blogger Suzanne said...

I actually have been training my children on the correct way to make prank calls (like dial *67 first so it doesn't show up on the caller ID) LOL

At 10:05 AM, Blogger Jaime Wright said...

I love making prank calls on people I know - it's so much fun!!! I'm 30 and I still haven't stopped.

At 10:10 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I hate calls like that in the middle of night...I always assume something horrible has happened, especially when caller ID has a name and number I don't recognize.

Speaking of caller ID....I know prank calling is horrible but I have often complained that caller ID has totally ruined that naughty prank for my kids. My brothers and I didn't call strangers but would call people we knew and try to talk in different accents, or pretend to be the pizza place calling to confirm the pizza etc...I can still remember that heart racing feeling of the three of us sitting by the phone as if we were doing something REALLY bad.
So fun!

As a matter of fact, we still TRY to do phone tricks. My brother stopped by my house last week and my Mom called (we could see the caller ID) while he was here. We both got a wicked look in our eye and decided he should answer the phone so that she would think she had called the wrong kid.

We couldn't trick her, I guess after 30+ years she on to us.

At 10:24 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oooo, Crystal, I'm not that brave. I'll stick with the phone. LOL!

Suzanne, that's hilarious!

Jaime and Kellie, our son is the same way. Still trying to prank us even though we tell him we have caller I.D. Too funny!

At 11:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

My cousin and I were making prank calls, back before caller id, and she started chatting with her "victim." She actually gave her real name, and it turned out she was pranking a lady from our church! We were so embarrassed.

I was on bed rest in a hospital when pregnant with my first baby, when at around midnight I got a call that woke me from a deep sleep. The caller asked, sounding very innocent, "Oh, were you sleeping?" I said yes, then she erupted in howls of laughter and hung up. I was kind of mad, but it was deserved payback.

At 12:07 PM, Blogger Kristy Dykes said...

We used to call stores, like drug stores, and say, "Do you have Prince Albert in the can?" They'd say, "Yes, we do." We'd say, "Then you'd better let him out. He'll suffocate." Prince Edward in the can was snuff. Or tobacco, one. Heehee. Like you, yikes, I can't believe I shared that on a blog! :)

At 12:08 PM, Blogger Kristy Dykes said...

Just reread my post. Prince Edward or Prince Albert? I'm not sure.

At 12:55 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, Reese, a lady in your church??? Your cousin wouldn't make a good criminal. *g*

Kristy, never would I have expected you to have a dark side!! LOL!

At 1:23 PM, Blogger Pam Sanderlin said...

Kristy, it was Prince Albert.

Once my dad answered the phone with a falsetto, phony British accent, "F- residence, Henrietta the downstairs maid speaking." It was my friend calling, but my dad didn't know her. Without changing his voice, he continued to talk to her as if he were the maid. When I got on the phone, she said, "I didn't know you had a maid." LOL I was embarrassed to tell her it was my dad.

Also, if I talked too long on the phone, my dad would come on the extention and using the same falsetto voice, would say, "This is the operator. We have an important call from the President of the United States coming in. Would you please clear the line?"

With a dad like that, why bother making prank calls?!

At 4:59 PM, Blogger Southern-fried Fiction said...

I wondered if someone would remember Prince Albert. LOL It was my favorite one to pull.

But I remember party lines, where you had anywhere from 2 to 4 families on one line. You each had a distinct ring. But sometimes, I'd go to use tyhe phone and someone was already using it.

I loved to listen in on their conversations. My girlfriends and I would huddle around the receiver and listen. But if one of us giggled, we'd be caught.

I heard lots of good stuff. And it was long enough ago it's now fodder for fiction.

Those were the good old days. :o)

At 2:04 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

It's all in love Diann what is shared
here. :) Ha,Ha....

At 9:26 AM, Blogger allen etter said...

Never quite understood the whole concept around pranks let alone prank calls...can someone explain?

At 11:35 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

That's a good question, Allen. I'm not even sure myself. I guess it was something "bad" we could do without getting into too much trouble--and hopefully not getting caught.

Something like soaping people's windows--oops, did I say that out loud?


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