Conversations with Mom #281: Voice Mail
I’m shopping at Target when I hear my phone go off in my purse.
Putting down my package of lightbulbs and my AA batteries and my furry slippers, I root around, but don’t get to it before it stops ringing. It says it was mom.
I call her back.
Call back again.
Wait a minute, call back again.
“SHUT UP MOM!” I say, holding my phone and staring at the screen, willing her to cut her voicemail short, even though I know that will never happen.
The Target employee gives me the side-eye, obviously thinking I’m some kind of monster to talk to my mom that way.
Finally I get through.
Suebob: Hi, Mom.
Mom: Susie? Is that you? I just called you!
Suebob: I know, Mom. That’s what my phone told me.
Mom: Did you listen to your recording?
Suebob: No, I didn’t listen to the voicemail.
Mom: Oh, I left you a message.
Suebob: I know that, but I called you back instead.
Mom: You should listen to the message.
Suebob: You could tell me what you said on the message.
Mom: You should have listened to it, then called me back.
Suebob: Well, here I am.
Mom: I don’t know why I leave messages.
Suebob: In case I can’t get to the phone right away?
Mom: Well, you should listen to it.
Suebob: Why, did you sing or something?
Mom: Haha, oh, no, but I told you something.
Suebob: You could tell me that same thing right now.
Mom: Well, I already left it on the recording.
Suebob: JUST TELL ME ALREADY.
Mom: You don’t have to yell!
PS Yes, I am doing it. A post a day for a month. Maybe.