2600 meet ups were very much like that. :-)
2600 meet ups were very much like that.
:-)
I'd made lots of friends there over the last few years, but Jake took the cake. He always had the neatest gadgetry, some of which was past cutting edge and reached the level of lunacy.
Well, this time he had this shit-eating grin on his face, and I knew he was going to show off something insane, and I was right. "I got a phone implanted in my hand!" Everyone started laughing. "No, really! I'm not kidding! It's fantastic!" He turned to me. "Here, gimme a phone number!"
So hell, I gave him my mom's phone number. (It was about time I gave her a call anyway. No momma's boy jokes!) He kinda stared off to up and left, his eyes moving, then held his hand out to me, thumb and pinky extended. "Here you go!"
Well, I was game if he was, so I held my ear up to his thumb, and I heard my mom say, "hello?"
"Hello? Mom? ... Yeah, hi. I'm talking to you on this guy's hand... Never mind. Sorry, gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow." I was thoroughly weirded out. Jake was laughing, other people were asking for demonstrations... The evening wore on, Jake excused himself and headed for the toilet... And someone noticed he was in there a while. A long while. So a couple of us decided to check and see if he fell in.
What did we find when we went inside? Well, Jake was there, standing in the middle of the floor, hand up against the side of his face, pants down around his ankles and a strip of toilet paper hanging out of his ass. "Jake? What the fuck? You okay?" He turns towards us and whispers, "Shh! I'm receiving a fax!"
I'd made lots of friends there over the last few years, but Jake took the cake. He always had the neatest gadgetry, some of which was past cutting edge and reached the level of lunacy.
Well, this time he had this shit-eating grin on his face, and I knew he was going to show off something insane, and I was right. "I got a phone implanted in my hand!" Everyone started laughing. "No, really! I'm not kidding! It's fantastic!" He turned to me. "Here, gimme a phone number!"
So hell, I gave him my mom's phone number. (It was about time I gave her a call anyway. No momma's boy jokes!) He kinda stared off to up and left, his eyes moving, then held his hand out to me, thumb and pinky extended. "Here you go!"
Well, I was game if he was, so I held my ear up to his thumb, and I heard my mom say, "hello?"
"Hello? Mom? ... Yeah, hi. I'm talking to you on this guy's hand... Never mind. Sorry, gotta go, I'll talk to you tomorrow." I was thoroughly weirded out. Jake was laughing, other people were asking for demonstrations... The evening wore on, Jake excused himself and headed for the toilet... And someone noticed he was in there a while. A long while. So a couple of us decided to check and see if he fell in.
What did we find when we went inside? Well, Jake was there, standing in the middle of the floor, hand up against the side of his face, pants down around his ankles and a strip of toilet paper hanging out of his ass. "Jake? What the fuck? You okay?" He turns towards us and whispers, "Shh! I'm receiving a fax!"
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