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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Why Michelle Hates Phones, Part 2

Here’s a five minute slice of my evening.

I’m sitting trying to relax, when the land line rings. It’s my brother, looking for updates on my grandmother. While I’m talking to him, my cell phone rings. I manage to wrest it out of my pocket and toss it to Michael. It’s my aunt calling from the hospital to give us the updates on my grandmother. Then Michael’s cell phone rings. I find it and pitch it to Michael. It’s his mother. Michael gives me back me my cell phone (my aunt) and I hang up the land line (my brother). Almost immediately, the phone in my grandmother’s room rings, and as my grandmother is out of the room (ahem), my aunt has to answer it. It’s my brother.

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