Thursday, December 01, 2011
Ten Four, Good buddy
Anyway, I became a dab hand on the CB and had the lingo down pat. It was all ten four good buddy and er, stuff like that. I can't remember any of it now apart from my handle being Evil Edna, after the cartoon character. Anyway, Evil Edna struck up a CB friendship with a young lad going by the handle of Wonderhorse. It was a friendship that developed over the airwaves for weeks. He knew my brother and so one day he told me he'd pop round to see me, we'd meet. We'd meet? No, actually we never would. But he did pop round. He knocked at the front door and my mam went to anwer. Here's how the conversation went.
Mam: "Hello, son."
Wonderhorse: "I've come to see Evil Edna."
Mam: "Eh?" and then, shouting up the stairs to me, because I was, as always, in my bedroom with my books and LPs. "There's a Wonderhorse at the door for you!"
Me, shouting down the stairs, mortified and terrified. "I'm not coming down."
Mam: "She's not coming down, son."
Wonderhorse (who I like to imagine was in tears by this point). "Oh. Ok then, tara."
Mam: "Tara, son"
So, if you're reading this and you are Wonderhorse, all I can say is I'm sorry for not coming down. But thanks for popping round.