Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008, 01:19 pm
Destiny Calls

Today, as I was walking down the sidewalk, I spotted a phone booth. An actual, honest to God phone booth, albeit one sans door. I'd seen it before, but it occurred to me that phone booths were so rare that this one warranted investigating. Perhaps it was a TARDIS! Perhaps it was a doorway to ADVENTURE. I took a step towards the booth and peered in.

The phone rang.

I stared at it in shock. It rang again. Maybe I should answer it. Maybe it was destiny calling me.

I stepped up, squared my shoulders, and answered the call of destiny. "Hello?"

A pause, and then a voice at the other end: "Hi, is <name> there?"

"I believe you have the wrong number; this is a pay phone," I responded.

"Oh. Sorry," the other voice answered, and hung up.

Destiny must have had a wrong number.

Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008 08:42 pm (UTC)
[info]gement

Was it red? Was it blue? These things matter.

Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
[info]arjache

Blue, albeit much lighter than police box blue; more like AT&T blue.

What would red have meant?

Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008 09:05 pm (UTC)
[info]vixyish

DANGER!

Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008 09:49 pm (UTC)
[info]gement

Red is the colour of the traditional London telephone booth (a distinct entity from the blue of a police call box). The red booth is, for London, nearly as icon as the Blue Box, though for entirely different reasons.

Wed, Jul. 2nd, 2008 03:22 am (UTC)
[info]neuro42

Destiny must have had a wrong number.


I hate it when that happens.