For those that are new to this blog, your loyal loving blogger has a younger sister with a similar smart-ass sense of humor. A lot of our conversations spontaneously become “contests” to see who can either:
1. Persevere the longest, or
2. Irritate the other the most
Actually, it is usually a combination of the two. Anyway, what follows is a near-verbatim conversation we had on the phone about a year and a half ago:
Lori: “Joe, don’t forget that you promised to come with me and my son to the baseball game next week.”
Me: “Of course. Can you do me a favor and send me an e-mail so I can put it on my calendar?”
Lori: “No problem. Can you do me a favor?”
Me: “Sure, anything.”
Lori: “Can you give me a call to remind me to send you an e-mail reminding you about the baseball game?”
Me: “Of course, I’ll do anything for my sister. Would you mind doing something for me?”
Lori: “Sure.”
Me: “Would you leave me a voicemail reminding me to call you to remind you to send me an e-mail reminding me about the baseball game?”
Lori: “Of course. But, um, would you mind doing me a favor?”
Me: “You name it.”
Lori: “Could you send me a fax reminding me to leave you a voicemail to remind you to call me to remind me to send you an e-mail reminding you about the baseball game?”
Me: “Of course I will! You know I’d do anything for you, Lori. But would you mind doing me a favor?”
Lori: “Yes, of course.”
Me: “Could you send me a text message to remind me to send you a fax to remind you to leave me a voicemail reminding me to call you to remind you to send me an e-mail reminding me about the baseball game?”
Lori: “Sure. But would you mind doing me a favor?”
This went on and on and on and on. I cannot remember who “won” this conversation, but since she is not here to argue, I will go on record as saying that it was I that came out victorious and she that embarrassingly lost track of who had to do what.
