We're at my parents' cabin in the middle of nowhere
and cell service is spotty. Hubs decides to run an errand and after two
hours my parents start getting uneasy. He finally returns to the cabin
unscathed.
Hubs: Did you leave me a voicemail?
Me: That was Dad. I told him not to call.
Hubs: Why did you tell him not to call?
Me:
Well, if you were fine, you wouldn't have called us because you were
fine. If you had been in an accident and you were conscious and you had
service, you would've called; and if you didn't have service, it
wouldn't do us any good to call you. If you didn't call because you were
incapacitated then you wouldn't be able to answer anyway. So I said
there was no point in calling you.
Hubs: It's nice to hear you give a shit.
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