Caller: Hello this is Master X (to protect the innocent). May I speak to Amanda?
Me: Yes. Amanda it's Master X.
Amanda, looking sheepish: Hi. Oh, okay, you need the whole list? Taking the phone upstairs to her room as she grabs her homework folder.
Amanda, returning the phone to me a few minutes later, and shrugging: He needed the spelling list.
Is it me, or isn't that one of the oldest tricks in the book? When I was fifteen, my friend and I desperately wanted to figure out a way to call Peter without seeming too obvious. I'm not sure the results were any less obvious than the spelling word maneuver:
Me: Hi, Peter? It's Jennifer. Did you happen to lose a gold chain at Mary's birthday party?
Peter: No, I didn't.
Me: Oh, okay. We're just calling around to see who might have lost it.
The operation may not have sounded too successful, but Peter did ask me out at some point thereafter, and took me on my first real non-dance date with the guy driving and everything. I later found out that he would have liked to ask me out again, but he didn't know if I liked him. He clearly was a very dense seventeen year old boy.