It never ceases to amaze me how gullible some
people can be. The following transcript is from an ICQ chat I had with a
16 year old girl who was a foster child in the same family in which I had
been a foster child years before. Bear in mind my brother Adam was at the
house where she was at the time. I am not making any of this up. I am
"Indy" and she is "Elisha." I really only meant to say hello, but when I
decided to be cute, she got confused and I ran with it.
Indy:
Hello, Mom Murphy or Elisha or whoever this is.
Right away, this should have tipped her off
that I had no idea who it was--thus, I couldn't see her.
Elisha: its
elisha
Indy: And I
spelled it right for a change. :-)
Elisha: WOW!!
Indy: Yer
cute... very funny... What's up today?
Elisha:
tha sky. dummy
Okay, so we're not dealing with an original
sort.
Indy: Well, I
can see you are your usual cheerful self today. Have a good one.
Elisha: you
leaving?
Indy: Just
sounded like you weren't in a talking mood, girl! ...tell Adam to give
me a ring if ya happen to see him... and nice hairdo.
Elisha: okay I
will he just got up and how can you see my hair?
Indy: I'm
standing right behind you. And position your hands better on the
keyboard before you get carpal tunnel in your wrists.
Elisha: you are
really weird
Indy: Then why
are you talking to me?
Elisha: you cant
see me
Indy: Okay.
Elisha: okay if
you can see me then tell me something about what i am wearing . like am
i wearing pants or shorts
Indy: Hang on, I
have a phone call... be right back, don't go away...
At this point, I had a problem. If I
planned to keep the joke running, I had to do something.
Elisha: OH ADAM
IS GOIN TO CALL YOU
Not quite. Instead, I called Adam. I
apprised him of the situation and he hurried to Mom's room, where Elisha
was chatting with me. He surveyed her outfit, returned to the phone, and I
replied to her:
Indy: Sorry...
customer. You're wearing jeans. Blue ones. Your sweatshirt has long
sleeves and looks very gray to me...
Elisha: how the
HELL can you see me I cant see you
Indy: From where
you are sitting, you should be able to see right out the window. Do you
see me?
Elisha: i am not
even goin to look\
Indy: Magic,
sweet girl. :)
Elisha: yeah you
probably have a video thing on your computer
Indy: If I had a
video thing, you would also have to have a video thing on your computer,
dear. In fact, I have several video things... but I couldn't use them to
see you unless you had one as well. Video things here would only send
you my image--not get yours. I told you: Magic. Just accept it. I still
like the hair-do. :-)
Elisha: tell me
again how you can F***** see me
Indy: First of
all, stop swearing at me, huh? I mean, I'm not TERRIBLY old, but I'm
elder enough not to wanna be sworn at! :-)
Elisha: okay if
you can see me then is there any one else in the room
Indy: Silly! I'M
in the room! :-D
Elisha: sorry
Elisha: hmmm.
well... I don't see u
Indy: Apology
accepted. I'm sure this must be bugging the hell out of you... but just
accept that it's magic.
Elisha: okay...
I am just freaking out
Indy: It's
teleprojection--like astral travel. I'm there as an energy being.
Anyway, in answer to whether anyone is in the room with you, no... but I
saw Adam there for a second... but he left... is going to call me or
what?
Elisha: yeah he
will
Adam, of course, was still on the phone
with me, giving me updates on the finer details of her attire.
Indy: And what's
with all the stripes on that sweatshirt, anyway? Normally you don't see
stripes all over a zippered sweatshirt, you know... bad fashion. Hey! Is
that a hemp necklace? Hold that up and let me see it!!!
Indy: You don't
believe me? Hold still, let me try to read the label on your jeans...
hang on...
Indy: Looks like
South Pole something... South Pole Sports? I think... could be wrong...
lighting is horrible in Mom's bedroom when you're teleprojected, you
know...
Elisha:
well the shirt I got in the men's department in J.C. Penny and the
necklace is a hemp and I don't feel like holding it up I will feel
stupid
Well, there's a step in the right
direction, girl.
Indy: Never
mind... I see it...
Elisha: okay
Indy: Nice blue
Nike sneakers, by the way.
Elisha: holy cow
how can you do that?!
Indy: MAGIC, I
TOLD YOU! And that's one funky ring on your right hand!
Elisha: Thanx
it's my friends... okay what does it have on the necklace
Indy: What, the
woven hemp thing? You wouldn't hold it up for me and now I'm down
looking at your jeans, on that stripe down the side...
Elisha: I know
Elisha: oh I see
At this point, I was thinking, "How the
heck can somebody be this amazed at something like this?" I could see
where someone might not figure out Adam was spying and relaying
information (although it was at the outer limits of believability that
someone could not figure that out), but to think "how is he DOING this?"
as opposed to, "I am being MESSED with somehow" is totally beyond me.
Indy: And I
still think you have a nice hair-do... especially cuz of that white
scrunchie you have. Very cute! ;-) That is Mom's computer you're on,
right? The one on the right?
Elisha: I am
using mom's and the one next to me is dad's
Indy: I can hear
the radio.... is that Z107.3?
Elisha: yup
usher is soooooooooooooooo hot
Typical teen girl... no wonder this
conversation was happening the way it was.
At this point, Adam and I decided it was
time to end the charade. He was on the phone extension in the hallway,
just outside mom's bedroom door where Elisha was chatting. I told him to
begin knocking, slowly, on my mark.
Indy: Do you
wanna know how I am doing this?
Elisha: YUPPERS
I told him to start knocking--slowly and
meaningfully.
Indy: I am
knocking on the door.... open it to see my smiling face....
Elisha: no
Indy: Yes
I told Adam to start knocking a little
harder, a little faster. Of course, I can hear it on the phone.
Elisha: just
walk in
Indy: Answer the
door.
Elisha: walk in
and stop knocking
Elisha: NO
Now Adam started banging really hard, and
really fast. Over the phone, I could hear her talking, freaking out.
Indy: ANSWER THE
DOOR!!!!! ANSWER IT NOW!!!!!
Elisha: no
Indy: ANSWER
IT!!!!!!!!
Elisha: no
Indy: I really
do like your hairdo... please let me in...
Elisha: no
Indy: What are
you afraid of?
Elisha: I'm not
afraid its just Adam playing one of his stupid jokes on me again
Well, she was right on that count. At that
point, I had Adam stop knocking. It was evident she wasn't going to answer
the door.
Indy: I'm gone
now.... wish you'd opened the door... Bye.... ...still like your
hair-do....
Elisha: that's
nice I don't care
Finally, Adam burst into the room, phone to
his ear...
Elisha:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Indy: GRIN!!!!!
...but she still didn't figure it out. She
thought it was all Adam... she thought she was chatting with Adam on ICQ
as well. Even with the truth revealed, she thought somehow Adam was in the
same room, with a telephone to his ear, and yet somehow on the other end
of her ICQ chat.
Elisha:
Adam you are going to pay*!!!!!!!
...she typed, while he was standing there
with the phone to his ear.
Indy: This isn't
Adam. It's David.
Elisha: so you
guys were talking and he must have told you to do it
Did we have to spell it out for her? Yes,
we did. Adam, in the room, on the phone with me, told her I was on ICQ and
he was filling me in on what was going on--something that just should have
been obvious.
Elisha: you make
me sick I'm leaving
I have that effect on women.
Poor girl... she never lived it down, even
while the whole family got a kick out of it. She really did end up being a
good sport about it, though. |
