She’s really hittin’ the pills today. Part of our conversation this morning revolved around my recent move. I told her that the movers had brought all the furniture to the house last Friday, and all I’d had to do was pack my boxes. I told her that for eighty dollars an hour, I got three movers and the use of their moving truck. Considering they completed the move in about four hours, I thought this was a bargain. She didn’t…she felt that “twenty dollars an hour seemed fair” for these services.
The point is, we had already covered that the move was done, and that’s what makes the message I just got even funnier:
“Hi honey, it’s your mama. Hadn’t heard from you in a while, so I thought I’d check in.”
Hmmm…does six hours count as “a while”? Because that’s about how long it had been since we had an almost thirty minute conversation.
“I didn’t know if you was movin’ furniture or what you was up to today.”
MMMM…no. I thought we already established that all of the moving was done.
“Anyway, I’m gonna take me a nap. I can’t get rid of this cold. They put me on the Z-pack but it ain’t workin’ yet.”
Yep, already heard about your cold and your Z-pack, but thanks for reminding me.
“Call me back later so we can catch up.”
Yeah, no thanks. Not all that interested in having the same conversation again.