Phone Call
BY: Amy Jonas
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Diclaimers: Not mine. Too Bad, I have more fun with them.
Summary: Langly has fun with the phone
Archieve: See. Want. Take. Just let me know.
"Lone Gunmen Group. Langly speaking."
"Hello, I'm calling about the pool."
Pool? Langly glanced at the phone wondering if this was a lame secret code. "What pool?"
"The one in the newspaper ad." The caller paused. "You are selling a pool, aren't you?"
Langly looked around the warehouse and snorted. "In my dreams." He hung up the phone and went back to his computer game. He was just about to gain a king's ransom when the phone rang again. After the fourth ring, he paused the game and picked up the phone.
"Lone Gunman Group."
"Hi, I'm calling about your ad for the pool. Is that an outdoor pool or an indoor pool?"
Langly looked at the phone. "Jimmy is this you?"
"No, my name is Ronald. Now about that pool."
Figuring it was Jimmy, he decided to play along. "It's an outdoor pool."
Oh," said Ronald, "I wanted an indoor pool." Click.
As soon as Langly hung up the phone, it rang again. "Lone Gunmen group."
"Hi about this ad about the pool; can you tell me a little about it?"
Langly rolled his and turned on the trace. If this was Jimmy's idea of a lame practical joke, he was going to nail him. "Sure. It's a 200 square foot outdoor cement pool and I can't let it go for less than $2000."
Silence. "Your selling a cement pool?"
"Yup. Family doesn't use it anymore so I decided to sell it and turn the backyard into a park. "
"Does the price include the water?"
Who was this idiot? "No, I'm keeping the water."
"Oh. I guess that'd be alright. I'd like to buy your pool can you deliver it to –"
"Sorry," Langly cut the guy off, "You have to dig up the pool and haul it yourself."
"Dig it up?"
"Yup. Also, you will have to get dirt to fill in the giant hole in my backyard. I can't have holes you know."
Silence. "Um, no you can't." Pause. "Where would I get dirt from?"
Langly covered the receiver and chortled. "Well, you will have to dig up a hole for it at your place. What were you going to do with all that dirt?"
"I can use my dirt to fill your hole!"
"That's a great idea," Langly said trying to keep the derisiveness from his voice. He wanted Jimmy to think he was stringing him along while in reality he was stringing Jimmy along. Or something like that.
"This is terrific. Can I come over today and start digging?
"Sure. My address is #42 Hegal Place in Arlington. And bring a cashiers' check."
"Absolutely. Thank you sir, my family will be thrilled. I should be there in twenty minutes." The man hung up.
Langly checked the tracer; his eyes going wide. He quickly called a number. "Mulder, hey dude. Um...if a guy shows up at your place with shovels and a cashiers check, you might want to tell him you already sold the pool."
BY: Amy Jonas
Category: Humor
Rating: PG
Diclaimers: Not mine. Too Bad, I have more fun with them.
Summary: Langly has fun with the phone
Archieve: See. Want. Take. Just let me know.
"Lone Gunmen Group. Langly speaking."
"Hello, I'm calling about the pool."
Pool? Langly glanced at the phone wondering if this was a lame secret code. "What pool?"
"The one in the newspaper ad." The caller paused. "You are selling a pool, aren't you?"
Langly looked around the warehouse and snorted. "In my dreams." He hung up the phone and went back to his computer game. He was just about to gain a king's ransom when the phone rang again. After the fourth ring, he paused the game and picked up the phone.
"Lone Gunman Group."
"Hi, I'm calling about your ad for the pool. Is that an outdoor pool or an indoor pool?"
Langly looked at the phone. "Jimmy is this you?"
"No, my name is Ronald. Now about that pool."
Figuring it was Jimmy, he decided to play along. "It's an outdoor pool."
Oh," said Ronald, "I wanted an indoor pool." Click.
As soon as Langly hung up the phone, it rang again. "Lone Gunmen group."
"Hi about this ad about the pool; can you tell me a little about it?"
Langly rolled his and turned on the trace. If this was Jimmy's idea of a lame practical joke, he was going to nail him. "Sure. It's a 200 square foot outdoor cement pool and I can't let it go for less than $2000."
Silence. "Your selling a cement pool?"
"Yup. Family doesn't use it anymore so I decided to sell it and turn the backyard into a park. "
"Does the price include the water?"
Who was this idiot? "No, I'm keeping the water."
"Oh. I guess that'd be alright. I'd like to buy your pool can you deliver it to –"
"Sorry," Langly cut the guy off, "You have to dig up the pool and haul it yourself."
"Dig it up?"
"Yup. Also, you will have to get dirt to fill in the giant hole in my backyard. I can't have holes you know."
Silence. "Um, no you can't." Pause. "Where would I get dirt from?"
Langly covered the receiver and chortled. "Well, you will have to dig up a hole for it at your place. What were you going to do with all that dirt?"
"I can use my dirt to fill your hole!"
"That's a great idea," Langly said trying to keep the derisiveness from his voice. He wanted Jimmy to think he was stringing him along while in reality he was stringing Jimmy along. Or something like that.
"This is terrific. Can I come over today and start digging?
"Sure. My address is #42 Hegal Place in Arlington. And bring a cashiers' check."
"Absolutely. Thank you sir, my family will be thrilled. I should be there in twenty minutes." The man hung up.
Langly checked the tracer; his eyes going wide. He quickly called a number. "Mulder, hey dude. Um...if a guy shows up at your place with shovels and a cashiers check, you might want to tell him you already sold the pool."