A Persistant Caller
Location: My bed
9:00am: My 'Whoomp There It Is' ringtone goes off. Even before I roll over to glance at the caller ID which flashes "Private Call," I knew it was my mother. She is the greatest mother in the world and I love her, but she calls me relentlessly to tell me the the most superfluous things about what's going on at home. I press silent and go back to bed. 9:30am another private call; followed by successive calls at 9:35 and 10:00am. After the 4th call I surmise that she might have something of paramount to tell me, so I vow to pick up the next one.
10:34am: The moment of truth has arrived, private call #5.
"Hello" I say in a sleepy, but perplexed voice. "Is anything wrong?"
"Hey Just, nothing is wrong" she replys, "but Raphaela is going to the supermarket later; is there anything you want her to get to have in the house for when you come home in a few weeks?"
10:35am: My phone lay shattered on the floor.
Tuesday: A trip to the Cingular store
9:00am: My 'Whoomp There It Is' ringtone goes off. Even before I roll over to glance at the caller ID which flashes "Private Call," I knew it was my mother. She is the greatest mother in the world and I love her, but she calls me relentlessly to tell me the the most superfluous things about what's going on at home. I press silent and go back to bed. 9:30am another private call; followed by successive calls at 9:35 and 10:00am. After the 4th call I surmise that she might have something of paramount to tell me, so I vow to pick up the next one.
10:34am: The moment of truth has arrived, private call #5.
"Hello" I say in a sleepy, but perplexed voice. "Is anything wrong?"
"Hey Just, nothing is wrong" she replys, "but Raphaela is going to the supermarket later; is there anything you want her to get to have in the house for when you come home in a few weeks?"
10:35am: My phone lay shattered on the floor.
Tuesday: A trip to the Cingular store
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