Eph Is the Champion, My Friends, and He'll Keep On Fighting 'Til the End, Eph Is the Champion, Eph Is the Champion...

Last night, Eph and I were walking home from a terrible, terrible dinner of the Hellenic rendition of "Asian food" (note to self: stick to souvlaki from now on), when we noticed that the public payphone near our apartment building was free. This is a rare thing at 9:30 p.m., so Eph decided he'd take the opportunity to call his friend, Chris. Here's how the conversation went (the phone times the duration of calls, so the minute marks are approximate):

00.00.00-08.30.00: Normal phone conversation.

08.30.00-08.45.00: Greek woman arrives and interrupts Eph to ask how long it's going to take him to get the hell off the phone. This sounds outrageous, but is actually standard practice.

08.45.00-08.50.00: Eph tells the woman it's going to be awhile. Heh.

08.50.00-10.00.00: Woman goes on screaming rampage; Eph ignores her.

12.00.00-15.00.00: Woman begins to bang on plastic covering of public telephone in an effort to drive Eph away. He continues to act like she is not there.

15.00.00-18.30.00: Woman's arm is sore, so she takes a breather and maintains a hostile stance behind Eph, hoping that the death-rays from her look of pure hatred will bore holes into his back. No such luck.

18.30.00: Woman walks away.

18.35.00: Phone conversation ends, Eph hangs up.

In closing, I'll point out that there is another payphone two blocks away, and at no point did the woman ever mention that it was any sort of emergency. Also, if you haven't gotten a phone call from me in awhile, now you know why. So, let's all do some fist pumps in honor of Eph's superb handling of the situation. Bravo! or as the Greeks say, Bravo!

Photo note: Yeah, that's a real Greek payphone. All hail Google Images.