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Saturday, October 10, 2009


Recently, Brandon called his mother for her birthday. Long ago in a land far away, he picked up his phone, dialed ten numbers, and then sang her Happy Birthday.

Today he started at 6:15. First he dialed 8 numbers, then talked to somebody, dialed two more, and then was told that the number was invalid. So he tried again. Then I tried again. And again.

After waiting 30 minutes, he tried again, and then got to dial 10 more numbers, only to not have it work. He tried again, with the same result.

Not wanting to try the patience of the man who kept answering the phone after the initial 8 numbers, he waited an hour this time, and got all the way through 8 numbers, 2 numbers, 12 numbers, 10 numbers and 10 more numbers only to have it not work – again.

Then, it being his mother’s birthday after all, and being a boy who really loved his mother, he tried one last stinkin’ time. And this time, after punching buttons on the phone 43 times in the correct sequence, he heard his mother’s sweet melodious voice. And he wished her Happy Birthday.


PaulaJean said...

What a good son!! I'm sure Bobbie was delighted to talk to him.

Lydia said...

IVG, it's a blessing, and a curse.

Nisa said...

Oh my goodness. I think y'all need skype!!!!

UnkaDave said...

Well, you can't expect the Republic of Egypt to worry itself with such small and paltry matters. Be content and pleased to live within its glorious borders, and rejoice with those who say "Be strong and true!"*

*Motto of Republic of Egypt, you infidel!