Got a hilarious telephone call from one of my college buddies and had to share it.
Blake is one of our friends who was the ring leader of our party circle. We would do everything together in high school, college, grad school, etc. This guy was literally the co-pilot to all of our greatest fuck ups. Literally.
Blake met a wonderful gal while in grad school and married her. They now have three kids, live in a very affluent neighborhood, and he has a job as a doctor that works on rich people. Literally, he makes house calls for rich people that don’t want to GO to the doctor. Needless to say, with his clientele he deals with a lot of absent minded individuals.
He calls to share a story with me about one of his clients that calls him at 11PM at night screaming because her six year old son is up screaming that his stomach hurts, and she thinks it could be something “more”. Whatever more is…
So, Blake takes the house call and heads over to their house, which luckily is only a few neighborhoods over from Blake. Luckily, his wife is very understanding and allows him to leave for all of these silly house calls. (Many of his clients are public figures, sports stars, etc. so almost ALL of his calls are house calls)
Blake gets to the house, pushes the call box at the gate, and they let him in.
Walks up to the house, and the Mom comes out (with cocktail in hand) screaming at Blake to hurry up and help her son who is upstairs and in lots of pain.
She escorts him upstairs to her son’s room and then leaves.
He finds this boy sitting on the shitter playing his game-boy. The kid who will remain nameless, looks at Blake while still playing game boy and shitting….. and goes “Hey man. I’m fine. I told my mom my ass was on fire because we had Mexican tonight, and she decided to call you”
At this point Blake is dying laughing and tells him “But you mom called and said you were in lots of pain and you were screaming”…..
The kids reply “Yeah, i was screaming at my Game Boy”