“Yes?” I answer, back in town for the first time in a long time.
“Hey! We’re on the southwest side of town. Just calling to tell you that it will probably be a while.”
“Okay…” I hedge.
“Okay! Bye!” my cheery caller concludes.
Issue number one: Who the devil is “we”.
Issue number two: It will probably be a while until what?
Issue number three: I am in the middle of a very good book, and as such, do not wish to be interrupted by perky friends supplying at once too much and too little information.
*Ring, Ring* goes the phone, not a full minute later.
“Yes.” I answer a bit more shortly.
“Dinner or dessert?”
“Not particularly.” It is just after three pm.
“Okay! Bye!” And yet again, the line goes dead. Once again, I open my book.
*Ring, Ring* goes the phone, but seconds later.
“What is it?” I demand.
“Jennie’s?” comes the laughing question.
“Okay.” I intone.
“Okay! Bye!” An all-too-momentary peace reigns.
*Ring, Ring* goes the phone. I answer with a sigh.
“Six forty-five sound good?” my all to persistent caller asks.
I glance at the clock, which now reads 3:07 pm. “Good.” I answer.
“Okay! Bye!” And at last, I am offered the chance to resume my reading.