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I cannot wait for next week, after reports are done and AP exams are almost over. I also can't wait for my keys to turn up so I can stop using my spare car key and actually have a way of getting into the house again.

But, to nullify the angst, I shall tell you a story of my aged (not really) mother in her tender years when she first entered the wilds of Tennessee.

Phone: *rings*

Mom's female and only roommate: Can you get that?

Mom: *picks up phone* Hello?

Man on the other side: *incoherant Southern accent words*

Mom: What?

Man: *repeats it*

Mom: No, there's no one named Dick here.

Man: *slightly more irate Southern accent words*

Mom: I'm sorry, I can't understand what you're saying.

Man: *hangs up*

Mom: *considers the event for a moment* ...I think I just got an obscene phone call.