The art of telephone message taking is not difficult in modern times given a 98% literate population, but this median probably takes account disproportionately of adults. Teenagers have probably been discounted from all known averages, as part of a known phenomena about the intelligent gene skipping a few teen years. I hope it returns before A levels or Arbitur equivalent.
I am deservedly bath-side of teenage family ripping it up or chilling it down or whatever new-fangled word means having fun or playing it cool. I am taking in the soapy waters, after mulling a few things in a working day that deservedly were needed to be mulled. I am in my comfort zone, mulling over nothing much..... me , a rubber duck and a favoured CD playing.
A teenager interrupts there is someone on the telephone for me.
"Who is it?" I ask innocently enough methinks.
After due thought, a teenager ponders "A person".
Hoorah, evolution aside, we have successfully determined it was not animal or mineral.
I politely suggest he finds out, takes a message and I carefully avoid my natural instinct for an argument based on irony and tendency towards sarcasm, for to win an adult battle may mean losing the teenage war.
Hell's bells, temptation wins, I shout out he may need a pen, he may need a notepad and he may need to put the phone down after pressing the red button.
'Do you think I am stupid?'.
"Who needs to think".
Oops, a teenage war is lost.