By now you may have, or should have, read my other stories about my dad’s phone buzzer and all of its inappropriate uses. He liked to hook it up to light switches or other power sources that required a person to turn on the power thinking they were turning something else on. This buzzer had a nasty habit of showing up where people least expected it and never asked for it. This buzzer was, and still is, a tool of evil behavior by a mischievous person. This thing was loud, extremely loud. I know where I was “auditorily” attacked by this thing but I am sure he used it elsewhere too. Lord knows how many of his friends were subjected to these random attacks of noise.

I do know of one such occasion where some family friends were subjected to this thing. I do not have all the details but what I do know is that our long-time friends, Peter and Barbara Guy, had gone out of town for whatever reason and we had access to their house. I think it was to feed the family pets. So perhaps what happened to them upon their return was no one else’s fault but their own. They trusted the wrong people to keep an eye on things. They had made the same mistake on prior leaves of absence so you would think they would eventually learn.

At some point during their absence, my father planted the buzzer as far under their bed as he could and plugged it into the switched outlet that was traditionally used for some “bedside” lamps, or so I think that was the case. This thing was buried deep and seemed to have the ability to “throw” it’s sound as if it were coming from every nook or cranny of the room. After a somewhat frustrating search for the device, it is my understanding that Peter and Barbara opted to go without the use of the lights for the duration of their evening. Morning would soon arrive and there would be more time and energy to find the device then.

As I have said before, “I am amazed how many friends my dad has, all things considered.” Where is the buzzer now? I will never tell, but if Peter and Barbara would like to make use of it, I am sure I can make that happen. Remember, revenge is a meal best served cold.