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Know What I Mean?

“Sevier County 911, where is your emergency?” “And I told him that would never work, nuh-uh, but he wouldn’t listen, so I just sat back and watched.” “911, where is your emergency?” “He was always like his brother, youknowwhatimean? Just alike. They got it from their momma’s side, their daddy wouldn’t like that.” The voice was nearly as familiar as my own. I couldn’t be wrong. The wPh2 was hitting right at the back of Eagle Den. I knew just exactly who had accidentally dialed us on their new cell phone this time. “Richard!” I hollered, much to the dismay of my coworkers who were plugged into the call with me. But he’s about stone deaf so you have to talk loud. I knew the chances of hearing me would be slim, anyway. “RICHARD!!!” He kept on, talking to whoever about whatever machine they were picking apart. I sighed as I listened, then finally just hung up and called him back. After much fumbling and grumbling on his part, I got him. “Hello?” “Richard, it’s Flop.” “Flop?! Well, what are you a-doin’?” “Well, I’m at work, and you’ve called us by accident.” “This dern thing, I don’t know how I did.” “Well, it sounds like you…