Talk:WHO WAS PHONE?/@comment-25494486-20141003125725/@comment-26136187-20141230161347

It is a perfect day for you.

You are with your girlfriend, your arm wrapped around her side. She is staring into your eyes, and you are staring into hers. This day was perfect, it could not improve.

You lean in for a kiss, and so does she. Just before your lips make sweet contact, a familiar buzz echoes in your pants pocket.

"Sorry." you say, retrieving your phone from the pocket. "I gotta take this."

You put the phone up to your ear, expecting a call from your boss, or maybe a friend.

"What are you doing with my daughter!?" yells the voice on the other end, loud enough to make your ears ring.

"Aah!" you exclaim, instictively recoiling from the loud sound. "What the hell is wrong with your dad, and how did he get my number?"

Your girlfriend looks at you for a few seconds, her eyes never closing.

"Is... is something wrong?" you ask, worried about your significant other.

"You say that my dad had called you on your phone." said your girlfriend. "But, that's impossible. My dad is dead."

You stare back at her for a while, unable to believe what you had just heard.

If her dad was dead...

THEN WHO WAS PHONE???