Mom: “Have you visited the new office yet?”

Me: “Yes.”

Mom: “What floor are you on?”

Me: “The fourth.”

Mom: “Well that’s good… if you have to jump out in a fire it’s not that far.”

Me: Laughing to myself and typing down the conversation…

Mom: “Wow, your typewriter is so loud!”

Me: “It’s a computer, Mom. Hold on, Harmony’s on the other line…”

Switch over to my sister’s call.

Harmony: “Hey, my cell’s about to die… ”

Me: “Okay, I’m leaving work now. Meet you soon.”

Harmony: “Just in case, our re-spawn point is at that church Mary got married in.”

My family cracks me up. My mom thinks I use a typewriter at work, and my little sister describes meeting points like we’re in Halo 3.

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