Last night I sent my niece Cindra Jo a plain text document containing the html for her husband, Tom’s, blog template. My IBM gave her Apple indigestion. We tried working the problem out through email, but it was frustrating. I sent her my new phone number. She didn’t call.
She did however send me another email asking why I didn’t answer my phone. Hmmm, I didn’t answer my phone because it didn’t ring. She sent me her number. I called it. Her number is a business number and incoming calls cost her, she asked me to give her my number again. I refered her back to the email — which, even after double checking, I didn’t notice had the numbers transposed. We hung up.
She didn’t call back. She sent me yet another email, this time telling me my ringer must be off. It wasn’t. I called her. I triple checked the number, realized I’d made a mistake and gave her the correct number. By that time she had dialed my number many times and was somewhat skeptical of my information.
She asked something along the lines of, “Are you sure this is the right number?” Well, truthfully — no, I wasn’t. I was relying on my old, cold influenced, medicated, sleepy brain and the number is new. I answered, “Don’t you have caller ID?”
She said, “Yes, of course I do.”
I made a snorting sound and answered, “Well then use it to call me!”
“Wait a minute!” She says, “Don’t go trying to make it look like I’m the idiot here. You’re the one that gave me the wrong number.”
Yep, I did. But she’s the one who trusted me!