The phone rang; the display on its screen read something along the lines of Century 21.’ Hmm, curious indeed. Caller ID is awesome, but I still didn’t know exactly who our caller was. Being the brave, daring girl that I am, I picked up the receiver with a decided “Hello?”
“Hi, is this…?” – a man’s voice obviously, but I couldn’t quite make out what he said.
“No, this is the Willis family residence.” I replied slowly. There was something very familiar about this man…
“Oh, well I…”
Instantly, I recognized the voice -– It was that of my older brother, Jason! This would be just the sort of trick he would try and play on me. Even if he has been married for over ten years and is a father of 7, he could still be a complete goofball at times. Well, this trick wouldn’t work on me!
“Jason, is that you?” I smiled knowingly to myself; he wasn’t getting away with this one!
“Uh, nope, I’m not Jason.”
Yeah right, a likely story. Of course he would deny it. He always did, and then would blame me afterwards for being so gullible. Not this time, I say!
“Hehe…right. You can’t fool me! At least, I’m pretty sure. You are Jason, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” he chuckled, remaining cool as the cucumber he was, “My wife calls me Fred, so I’m pretty sure that’s my rightful name.”
Fred, eh? Couldn’t Jason think of a better name than that? Really Jason, this was getting to be quite lame.
“Your house, 14 Malstorme Rd, is it still on the market?”
I sort of giggled while replying in the affirmative. So he was posing as a real estate agent, was he now? Hah! Let’s see how far Jason would run with it.
“I’d like to know if it would be alright to show your house on Friday, between 10:30 and 11:30 in the morning?”
It was then that I realized the dreadful truth: this man on the phone, though very much like him in tone, voice, and manner, was not Jason! My hand went to my mouth in disbelief. This could not be happening to me! I scrounged around for something to say…
“Um, well… actually, you see… uh, my mom isn’t home right now. Can I take your name and number and have her call you back?”
“That would be fine.”
I hastily grabbed a pen and piece of paper, my hands and fingers shaking as he proceeded to give the requested information. The worst was when he came to his name, when he added good naturedly that he certainly ‘was not Jason.’ I laughed nervously, lamely ending with the fact that Fred did indeed ‘sound a lot like my brother.’
“Thanks. Goodbye!
“Bye.”
I hung up the phone, jerking my hand away from its vile grasp – not on my life was I touching that evil contraption again
Moral of the Story: When a man calls your house and sounds familiar, never, under ANY circumstance are you to assume that it’s your grownup/goofy brother playing a prank on you! Of course, you could always take that chance and simply pound said brother after the fact. 
That’s okay; I love you anyway, Jason!
By the way, Fred believes the whole situation to be very amusing, and is still brought his clients to show our house on Friday.
A perfectly humbled,
-Kasie
