The Wake Up Call
The other night my phone rang at 11:40 (that would be P.M.). My husband was out of town, so I was a bit nervous. It was (surprise, surprise) my Freshperson.
Moi: “Oh, my God! What’s wrong?”
Him: “Uh, wrong? What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”
Moi: “Are you sure? Are you okay?”
Him: “What do you mean? I’m fine.”
O-k-k-a-a-y.
Moi: “So why are you calling NOW? Do you know what time it is?”
Him: “Um, yeah, of course. Listen, could you mail me my old Spanish textbooks?”
Moi: “AND?”
Him: “That’s it. Nothing else.” (Laughter in background; I hear him yell out, ‘I’ll be off in a second.’) “Listen, Mom, I’m busy. I gotta go now.”
PS: I know. I know. At least I heard from him. And hey, he must want those Spanish textbooks for something.
Comments
So glad to hear that my Collegeperson is not the only one to call with a mundane request at what I consider to be too late. Love your blog!
found out about the blog from my w.m subscription...really love your writing and look forward to reading more anecdotes that sound very much like my life!
Ever since I was in middle school, I was instructed to start every unexpected phone call with "It's me; nothing's wrong." I still do it to this day!
At least he didn't IM you -- I'm still not sure how that works. And neither of my sons want me to know either.
LOL, sounds just like one of my kids!
My son calls when he needs money!!!
