Childhood Reminiscence – II

As I was telling you in my previous post, that I was a brat when I was a child, here’s one incident to tell you how I would always prove my point.

I guess I was in my 1st or 2nd Std then. My classmate had given me her phone number. We were all exchanging our telephone numbers and when I asked her, she gave me hers too. Now the number she gave me started with zero! It was something like 02546314…
[maybe, even in those days, she found the necessity to give the std codes :)]

Well, now the setting moves home. I prolly take the telephone and start trying to reach her number. Now as you all would’ve guessed by now, I wasn’t quite getting through the number. My dad seeing me dialling again and again, comes and checks up what I’m up to. He sees the number I’m trying and politely tells me that, “my dear, this number starts with zero. There’s no number that starts with zero so there’s no use trying. Your friend has given you a wrong number.”

Hearing this, I was very offended that my dad blamed my friend [I know, he didn’t but I was VERY short tempered then] I look at my dad and say, “If a number can start with six (my house number started with six), then a number can also start with zero.” And I continued dialling her number.

My dad was surprised at my remark, laughed and was like, “look at the way this girl talks” and left me alone trying the number, in a way making me learn my own fault.