I Am Not Alone!

So, I’m talking to Tilden on the phone.  Yadda, yadda, yadda. We talked for about an hour, then I hear this really loud screeech, followed by silence. I’m sitting here yelling, “Marsha?  Yo, Marsha?”

The dial tone answers me.

I call back and get her voice mail.

Okay, then.  Email!

I typed, “You hung up on me!”

She typed back, “I reached for my toast and pulled the cord from the phone.”

My immediate thought was, “It’s so good to know I’m not the only one.”