I think this is the definitive story to describe my aunt and uncle.
Once upon a time I had an Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Ritchie. Aunt Eleanor was very straight laced and dour. On the other hand, Uncle Ritchie was a real cut-up.
One day, when I was a about fifteen, I was hanging out in my room when the phone rang. (I was lucky enough to have an extension in my room.) I picked it up, “Hello?”
On the other end of the line a man’s voice sneered, “Hey baby, whatcha doin’?”
I was taken aback for a second, then started laughing and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding!” before hanging up.
I ran downstairs to tell my parents what had just happened. As I was recounting the conversation with the ‘pervert’ the phone rang again.
My mother said, “Let me handle this!”
She picked up the phone but before she could even say hello, the voice at the other end started yelling at her about what a rude, discourteous and stupid person I was!
How DARE I hang up!
Don’t you realize we’re going to have to PAY for that (long distance) call????
It was Aunt Eleanor.
And THAT is the perfect illustration of my aunt and uncle!