Yesterday, when I was trying to find my way through a tricky paragraph I was writing, my cellphone rang and the caller ID showed that it was my dad. But when I answered, no one was there. So I called back. It rang and rang.
Frustrated, I called the land line, and my mother answered.
"Is Dad trying to reach me?" I asked.
"He got a new cellphone and he's trying to figure out how to use it," she said. "He's driving me crazy. Do me a favor and call him again."
So I did and listened. One ring. (He must be trying to figure out which button to press.) Two rings. (Still hasn't found it.) Three rings. (Seriously, Dad?) Four rings.
He picked up at last, and I listened for his voice. But all I heard was my mother in the background. "Now say hello, for god's sake!"
The phone went dead. A few minutes later, my mother called back. "I suppose you're going to blog about this," she said.
I couldn't deny it. I was laughing too hard.