The other night, as Carlos was getting into bed, I went into the bathroom and closed the door.
My phone was charging on the counter so I quickly checked my messages but then
dropped the phone on the counter. I thought nothing of it and went into the
back part of the bathroom, sat down and was doing some business when, from the
other side of the door:
“Did you call me?”
“Why would I call you?”
“My phone says you called me.”
“Can we discuss this when I’m finished in here?”
So, I finished and went to get into bed and I asked again:
“Why would I call you?”
“I thought you fell.”
“And so I reached up from the floor to the counter, took my
phone and called you? Why wouldn’t I just shout, ‘I’ve fallen and I can get
up?’”
“I thought maybe you were unconscious—”
“Unconscious but still able to stand, find the phone and
call you but not shout your name or, I dunno, walk out of the room?”
“Go to bed.”
“Let me get my phone and call you …”
Laughter ensued. |