I recently remembered something funny from my teenage years. I, like many people, sometimes remember random things about my childhood. Some of them make me laugh. This is one of those times.
When I was around 15 I had a friend, Sarah. She was one of the few lucky kids I knew who had her own telephone line in her room. I think it was a hand-me-down from her brother who lived in her room before she did. I thought she was the coolest for having her own phone. I, like many of my friends, had to share the single phone line in our house. It wasn't a big deal, my parents didn't use the phone much, but I would get in trouble if the phone rang late at night and woke my parents.
Anyway, Sarah had an answering machine on her phone line. We would leave her messages and all that good stuff. Somehow, though, we all knew the pass code to get into the machine and listen to the messages remotely. I can remember we would call in (out of boredom) and listen to Sarah's messages. She told me that sometimes she would be in her room, the phone would ring and if she didn't answer it (those were the days before Caller ID) the answering machine would pick up and she would hear someone listening to her messages. We would deny it, but she knew it was us, bored and checking her messages. We were so lame as kids. Ha!
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