Monday, March 2, 2009
Folks, it Doesn't Get Much Worse Than This
This afternoon my cell phone rang.
"Hello, Tonia!" I answered my neighbor's call energetically, after noticing the caller id.
"Mom, it's me, "D2 clarified.
"Why are you calling?" I asked.
"D3's ears are hurting her. I think it is because you never clean them and now they are all dirty inside."
"Ok, I'll come right home," I promised, as I began to wonder what my neighbor thinks about babies with dirty ears.
"And why are you calling me from Tonia's house anyway," I mistakenly inquired before she had a chance to hang up.
"You never paid our phone bill, so all our cell phones were shut off today," she shouted, although no one ever has any trouble hearing her at her normal volume.
"All right then. Thanks, Sweetie," I mumbled as I pushed the receiver closer to my ear hoping no one around me could hear her.
"So you're coming home? And you are going to look at D3's dirty ears?"
"And you'll pay the phone bill and get our phones turned back on?" she repeated.
"Of course, Sweetie," I replied.
Then I listened to D2 hang up. I imagined my neighbor kindly smiling as D2 handed the borrowed phone (one with a paid-up bill) back to her and then I expect she gently walked D2 and her little sister with the dirty ears to the her front door, all the while full of pity for the neglected little ones.