I really do hate talking on the phone. So that must be why I’ve been on one phone or another since we got home from work.

But we were talking about (and to) my grandmother, so it wasn’t bad. Especially since she’s feeling better today.

What I don’t understand, however, is how I call my parents to give them the latest updates on my grandmother, and end up trying to explain to my father how to check the voice mail on his cell phone.

Of all the technical support I’ve provided, I have to say that qualifies as an all time low. Of course, I did get to imagine my father with a phone to each ear, listening to the voice mail prompts and me at the same time.

“What should I choose?”
“What are your choices?”
“Call voice mail.”
“Choose that one.”

And people wonder why I hate to talk on the phone.