Years ago when I was a late teen and living at my mother’s, she was at work as a cashier. She called my one morning and this was the conversation : Mom - do me a favor, go into my bedroom my phone should be on the nightstand. Can you grab it and bring it to me?

Me - you’re at work on break right?

Mom - yeah

Me - how are you calling me?

Mom - silence

Mom - nevermind, I have it…