From Pine View Farm

Messing with Teenagers 3

I’m Jr. My son’s the III.

(ring, ring)

Me: Hello.

Caller: Frank?

Me: Speaking.

Caller: (Comment that would mean nothing to anyone but my son.)

Me: [Stating that that doesn’t apply to me] Which Frank are you looking for?

Caller: [Confused] Junior?

Me: Speaking.

Caller: [Silence]

At that point I usually have mercy on them.



  1. Opie

    April 1, 2006 at 1:46 pm

    My sister’s name is Barb, and since she didn’t get married for several years after I did, there was a period where we had two Barb Griffins in the family. Once, my wife and I were at mom and dad’s house, and my sister’s fiancee called there to see if she was there. I answered the phone. He asked, “Is Barb there?” I said, “Which Barb?” He said “Barb Griffin.” I said, “Which Barb Griffin?”…

  2. Frank

    April 2, 2006 at 6:59 pm

    That’s pretty much how the phone calls go.


    “Which Frank?”

    “Frank Bell.”

    “Which Frank Bell.”

    and so on.

    (Apparently we sound pretty similar on the phone–some of the callers just start talking. They get really confused when they realize they started a conversation with someone three times their age with, “Yo, Dude.”

  3. Second Son

    April 5, 2006 at 1:44 am

    Talking with you is like an initiation of sorts for people I know. They aren’t real friends until they’ve confused us on the phone.