the importance of being mobile
On Friday evening Dad called me. Twice. I was napping and missed his call, and by the time I got up it was too late to return his call.
The next day at 9 a.m. I called home, but no one picked up. I tried again at 10 a.m. Then 11 a.m. Then 12 p.m. 1 p.m. 2 p.m. 3 p.m. 4 p.m. 5 p.m. 5.30 p.m. 6 p.m.
I kind of freaked out the entire day.
At 8.05 p.m. Dad called me back. Turned out that I had accidentally called home and he was merely returning the call (we have one of those caller ID thing). He was out the whole day, nothing happened to him, all body parts intact.
Everyone should just get a bloody mobile phone.