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| Jessica Dawn Bohatch Some People Let me tell you I am fed up right now with some of my friends. I wont name names, that would just be plain rude, but I will call them “Red” and “Caller”. (Note to self I must remember never to show those two my work because they will figure out pretty quick with whom I am talking about.) Those two have THE worst memories of any two people on the planet. Seriously, if you had to rely on either one to remember that you need your medication at a specific time and date or to remember what you look like, these two will forget. I’ve known Red and Caller for a couple of years and they usually pull some stunt every few months. What is the deal about getting mad at something idiotic and then when I ask denying it? Huh? What is the point? I’ll never figure it out. Of course they do have bad memories so they probably just forgot that they were mad. Case in point, I called Red yesterday on my way to pick up my daughter from school, like I have done countless times. In Upland, cell service is spotty and it is nonexistent at Magnolia Elementary and Red knows this. We were talking and her hubby, Caller called her and like she does about twenty times a day she quickly stopped what she was doing in order to talk to him. How can two people who live together talk on the phone at least twenty times a day? I mean these are not short conversations and really wouldn’t you eventually run out of things to say to each other? Then there is the stop, drop, and roll technique Red practices when Caller calls. I know that Caller freaks out when he cannot reach her. Once we were in the video store renting movies and Red did not take her phone in and neither did I. We simply forgot but when we came out 25 minutes later she had five missed calls and I had two – all from Caller. As I pulled into the Magnolia parking lot, Red had to talk to Caller and so she said she would call back. I figured that she would be awhile and so I did not bring my phone in with me to pick up my daughter. Plus, I had keys in one hand and the baby in the other arm. My hands were full; I could not bring a cell phone too. Really, there is not service in the school anyway and Red knows this and hates talking to me when I am in there anyway. One would have thought that me telling her that I was going into Sasha’s school to pick Sasha up would have been clear enough. But nooooo… Instead I got a rude phone call, well voice mail really from Red. She was pretty testy telling me that she told me she would call me right back and why didn’t I answer my phone. Um, hello, no phone with me and no cell service – let’s figure this one out carefully. It’s not hard. Really. I called back and surprise I got her voice mail. I left a nice message, nothing like this here paper that I am writing. So anyway, I am tired of this crap from the two of them. Caller is worse because he gives me lame excuses as to what is up with Red and then has the gall to say, “Hey how come you never call?” or “How come we haven’t heard from you?” Let me think here, you two are nuts that is why! |
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