Phone Etiquette

As Friday's go, it was typical.  Phil was in his spot on the couch.  Janet was sitting in the Lazy-Boy.  Both had a drink and tonight's selection was Blazing Saddles.  The oft viewed but never tiresome to Phil classic, had him 'a titter' once again.  Janet was laughing too, in an eye-rolly kind of way.

Hank was at the kitchen table listening, occasionally smirking, and trying to complete the New York Times crossword.  He'd vowed secretly to finish one of these fucking things, one of these days.  The ringing phone disturbed him from the impossible puzzle and he picked up.  The living room duo seemed oblivious.

"Hello?" as he picked up the receiver.
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"I'm just hanging out with Phil and Janet."
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"Yes it has been a long time.  Everyone over there good?"
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"That's good.  And yes, things are good here too."
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"Really?  50 Shades of Grey?  I've heard of it, not really that interested."
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"He does?  How so?  Is he a cynical, jaded motherfucker?"
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"I'd heard it wasn't very well written."
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"No.  I'm not seeing anybody.  10 minutes of ass-to-mouth internet porn a day keeps me good."
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"You know.....internet porn.  Ass-to-mouth. Kinda reminds me of you....."
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"Hello?.......Hello?......Still there?"

Hank smiled sardonically as he gently replaced the receiver.

He thought silently about how if the puzzle asked for a four-letter word for the female reproductive vessel, he'd finally finish this goddamned puzzle.

He looked up to find both Phil and Janet standing in the entrance to the living room.  Their astonished looks said everything.

"Yes.  It was HER. Go back to your movie."

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Later,

Deaner.