I was cleaning the kitchen, when I heard a very faint phone ringing. Hmm...not the TV...not my cell phones...was it the house phone? I looked and saw a vacant phone holder. Ok...so it must be my phone, but where could it be? Luckily for me, I don't have an answering machine hooked up, so the phone could ring forever. So I followed the ringing, until I was standing before the couch. And in between the cushions, there I found my phone, still ringing. I answered it, feeling grateful that the person on the other line had the patience to wait for me, only to find out that it was a wrong number. The only thing left for me then, was to ponder why my phone was in the couch.
Some questions are too deep for the human mind.
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