I called my friend earlier last evening. She had called me twice before, once when I was at work — she doesn’t work — and once at about 9:40 p.m.
If she had called me just to gab for ten minutes or so, I would have gladly answered the phone. But she calls me to gab about three minutes and to listen to the sound of her own voice for about thirty. So I have to steel myself when I do call her.
I also have to call her at a more convenient time for me. I called her about 7:30. I was going to watch the Celtics game while I listened to her admiring the sound of her own voice. But she, supposedly, and just taken something out of the microwave.
“I’ll call you back in about five minutes,” she had said.
I sank into me new recliner, turned on our classical music station, and waited. Fifteen minute later, still no call. I knew what was going to happen.
At about 9 o’clock, the phone rang. I looked at my caller ID — thank God for caller ID! — and, yep, it was her. Or is that “It was she”?
I let the call go to the answering machine. (Another thing I still hold onto is my answering machine. I want to hear the messages without having to calling the central office.)
First, her mother had hopped onto the phone and had stayed on for a long time. Well, since her mother pays most of the bills in their home, she’s entitled.
Then, she herself had fallen asleep. Oh well, I’ll have to find a time convenient for me to return the call.