Just letting you know I’ve arrived, is all.
Yeah – it is an awful line, isn’t it? You sound, I dunno, different somehow.
Yes, Dad, I am. That’s where I’m calling from.
I told you before I left. Barcelona. Spain.
No, I’m not alone in a foreign country, there’s four of us staying in the same place. We’re all going to the gig now. There’ll be thousands of people there.
Yes, I know there are bad people on the streets, but if you could see—
Yes, Dad. I know not all terrorists look like terrorists—
Yes, and muggers too, but honestly—
No, Dad, I don’t need to speak to Mum. I was just calling to let you know I’m here and I’m okay.
Yes, I’ve had breakfast.
In the hotel, of course.
No, I didn’t have a Maccy D.
Dad, please. I’m over twenty-one, I don’t need—
Of course I still value your opinions, It’s just—
I’m trying to listen, but do you have to insist on treating me like a kid all the time?
Okay, put her on.
You sound a bit weird too, Mum.
Why are you calling me Linda?
Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs Featherstone. I must have misdialled.
Well, I hope your Linda has a nice time, wherever she’s going.
I will. Thanks.
You too. Bye.
* Question is: why do we look quizzically at our phones when that sort of thing happens?*
I wrote this in response to Kreative Kue 141k, issued on this site earlier this week. Feel free to join in; just follow the link.