Misha Collins advances his plans for world domination. Parents do not approve. So, I'm sitting on the couch in our old apartment in Ixburg. My dad and I are making fun of an awful movie we rented, which makes for the majority of our father/kid bonding time. Minus work, of course. The phone rings. My dad picks up the cordless, and I can hear the voice on the other end, asking for Jack. I recognize the voice and make a grab for the phone, but my dad holds it out of reach. Why is everyone taller than me? "Who's calling?" It's Misha, says the voice on the other end. My dad scowls and hangs up on him. "What?" I say, waving my arms. "Why would you do that?" I snatch the phone away and look at the call display, then throw him the phone and stomp off to my room. I send a text to the number I read on call display. Yeah, sorry about that. You should probably just call my cell. Telephone. Scare Factor: 1. This is getting out of hand.
Updated 06-21-2010 at 06:28 AM by 31096
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