The Wild Boar and I were discussing childhood games and entertainment yesterday evening.
Although there were many memories of things we used to love to do as kids we both agree that in times of total boredom while hanging out with friends, crank calling ranked very high, right up there with ding-dong ditch.
What was it about crank calling that was so appealing?
I remember spending hours with friends calling random people and saying all kinds of silly, ridiculous things just to get a reaction.
There was one friend of mine who had a very large walk-in closet. We used to get her teenage sister’s phone with the very long cord and lock ourselves in her closet and start making our way through the white pages.
It was always a bonus when we’d get a little old, cranky lady to answer.
This was one of our favorites…
Cranky Lady: Hello.
Us: Hello, Mrs. Smith?
Cranky Lady: Yes.
Us: Is your refrigerator running?
Cranky Lady: (unsuspecting) Yes it is.
Us: Well….then you better go catch it! (Laughing, roaring….hysterical and then hanging up)
But of course we had other more devious crank calls as well.
Our most horrible routine being the Electrocuted Repairman Act of 1980.
We would call our unsuspecting victim and say, “This is the phone company calling and we are currently working on your line. A repairman is down the street and has the transformer box open. If your phone should ring in the next hour, under no circumstances should you pick up the call…doing so would result in the possible electrocution of the repairman. He is just testing the line, don’t answer.”
Of course we would call back in minutes and let the phone ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring and ring until the person on the other end could absolutely no longer take it and would pick up the receiver and muster a very nervous, “Hello?” We would then treat them to a blood-curdling scream and immediately slam down the phone.
I can’t even tell you how hard we would laugh. Isn’t that terrible, cruel and disgusting? We had no shame.
One time we called every neighbor on my friend’s street pretending to be the neighbor next door to the person we were calling. We asked to borrow a cup of flour and if they could bring it right over. In minutes everyone was exiting their house with flour and mass confusion ensued. We got busted for that one! But we still laughed. Hysterically.
We could go on like this for hours. Of course we thought we were completely hilarious.
I swear if a group of kids called me today and did those things, I think I would laugh so hard I would split in half. I guess with Caller ID no one crank calls anymore.
My kids have no idea what “crank calling” is. A lot of people should be glad.