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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