Goose Call

The world becomes ever stranger

Every once in a while, Canthros pocket-dials me.  I always wonder why he’s calling, until he doesn’t answer my “Hello,” and I hear his footsteps.  Then I know that he didn’t actually mean to call.

Yesterday, my phone rang as I pulled into the parking lot at work.  It turned out to be another pocket-dial from Canthros, but I thought I heard a rhythmic honking sound.  I chalked this up to an audio artifact, but I guess I should have paid it more heed.

1 Responses to “Goose Call”

  • Somewhere about that time I was doing a zero-degree reverse head plant into the pavement, so I was probably too busy to talk, anyway.

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