Obama- Oprah, Oprah-Obama at the Outback

Blog #12

Earlier this week,
9:26pm
Ring-Ring-Ring

Morty groggily picks up the phone “Hello? All Morty, All the Time, Talk to me” (btw, this is actually how I answer my phone at work as well)

“Good evening sir, I’d like to talk about Obama”

“Oprah?”

“No sir, Obama, Barrack Obama”

“Oprah’s out back? What are you talking about?”

“Ummm, no sir, Senator Barrack Obama , he’s ….running for president?”

“ Well, I know that!” (I put on my foghorn leghorn accent) I say, I say, every school child knows Barack Obama is running for the Presidency of these here United states, what I want to know is where is Oprah and what is she doing at the outback?

“Sir?”

“Yes, That’s right, I’m a man” Do I sound a bit womanly to you?” “ People have told me that when I’m on the phone I sound a little bit like that woman on the old tv show Maude which I would think would make me sound even more dudeish ….where were we?”

“ Uh, yes sir, we just wanted to see how you stand with the upcoming elections”

“Well, I put the phone down on the counter and stand straight up, yelling down to the receiver “I’m planning on standing like this” I turn a half turn “or maybe something like this” “I could do the little teapot dance …..this is my handle and this is my spout…”

I pick up the phone, you still there?

Dial Tone…….guess I’ll never know if Oprah got the bloomin onion at the Outback or not.

I can’t wait for the McCainasaurus to call me…no really it actually is McCain making the calls!

Morty