"You know one thing I can't stand, Paul? I can't stand that people are forgetting about remembering phone numbers!", angrily says John as he looks Paul dead in the eyes as if he is the problem. "But it's a just number? There is much more important things to remember than phone numbers", says Paul. "Oh Yeah like what?", asks John, "I'm sure you can remember the size of your dick because it's one number but people need to know phone numbers just in case, you know just in case of an emergency! I swear it's things like this that inch humanity closer to extinction!"
Just as John is complaining, Fausto shows up from the break room from getting coffee. "Hey, what's going on?", Fausto asks while taking his first sip of caffeine for the day.
"Nothing, just John talking about the end of the world again", says Paul in a monotone voice. "How are we all going to die this time? Is it at least cool this time?", asks Fausto. "Nah, by forgetting phone numbers", answers Paul.
"It's not just about forgetting numbers! It's about human cognition in a whole, how can we thrive as a specious if we forgot something simple like a phone number, it's just, 7 numbers", angrily says John. "You forgot about the area code so it's actually like 10 numbers, John", says Paul with dumb face to further piss him off. "Please Fausto, tell me you know a couple of phone numbers?", asks John with desperation.
"Yeah, I know a couple, I came from a time before speed dial, you know", says Fausto with a smirk. Happily, John says, "Great tell me the phone number for this place."
"Oh, that, sorry I don't actually know the phone number to this place", says Fausto embarrassedly," I mean it's not an important number to save on my home phone if I am always here. There are a lot more important thing to memorize than phone numbers."
"See, John I told you some phone numbers aren't worth saving", says Paul.
"You told him that already?", asks Fausto.
"Yes he already told me that already. Ok, please tell me you at least know your phone number by memory?", asks Paul. "My phone number?", says Fausto reluctantly, "Sure, its 81- wait John why do you want my number?" "To see if you know-", shouts John before he gets interupted.
"John, are you flirting with me?", asks Fausto.
"Yeah, are you flirting with him, John?", asks Paul.
"No, I'm not flirting with him! I'm asking to see if I can still have faith in humanity!", shouts John. "That's a pretty bad way to flirt if I say so myself", Paul says. "You know if we all get caught in some sort of natural disaster or something, I am not going to trust neither of you bozos with a phone because you are going to find some way to fuck up dialing 911!", angrily says John. "See 911, that's an easy number to remember!", says Paul.