Father to small daughter: Get in the car. Get IN the car. GET--damn it. Where's Cassie? Gimme the damn gun.
Nice. I love my neighbors. On the other hand...
Stop. Stop. (In a calm and patient voice.) Look at my face. That's not safe. My job is to keep you safe. If you turn the corner, then I can't see you and you're not safe. You're my 4-year-old. You know better than that. Look at my little ones. They're not walking ahead. Okay, let's try it again and this time stay with me. Much better.
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You are making me want to do more eavesdropping.
Once, long ago, I had a defective cordless phone that picked up all of the other cordless phone conversations in the neighborhood. You could pick it up anytime and catch a conversation. But it was always disappointing. People have really boring phone conversations.
Did you guys hear the This American Life where the dad tapes his high school drug abusing son's conversations and has him listen to them?
Very interesting...
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