I call my father and this is how the conversation starts:
Dad: Hello?
Randy: Hi pops, how ya doin?
Dad: Huh?
Randy: (loudly) I said, how…
Dad: Hold on a sec, gotta find my hearin’ aids.
(Lots of commotion in background followed by sound of him sitting back in the recliner, poof!)
Dad: Okay, I can hear now! Who dat?
Randy: It’s me, how…
Dad: Just a sec I’ll be right back…
(more commotion, kitchen cupboard doors slamming, drawers slamming, recliner poof!)
Randy: Jeeze pops, that’s a lot of ruckus going on there! What was that all about?
Dad: Oh, I just had to look in a few more spots, so I didn’t find ’em in the last place I looked.
Not the last place you look.