My former colleagues over at the TU had the least fun kind of animal visitor today.
There’s a new trail along the Seneca River, and my dad and I thought we would check it out while I was visiting. It’s very lovely, but not very long. And there are a lot of B’ville Diner cups. After the paved trail ends, things get kind of weird.
I’m visiting my parents for the holidays. It’s 3:30 AM. The phone rings. The answering machine gets it before any of us pick up/get to a phone. Caller ID is blocked.
When your phone rings at 3:30 AM, it’s never good. It’s horrible, life-changing news, it’s a wrong number, or your idiot night owl daughter sat on her Blackberry and pocket-dialed you (ahem).
The answering machine picks up, and sleepy and confused, we listen. It’s a woman who sounds like she’s in her twenties, drunk and slurring her words:
“Hey, it’s me. I just found out I’m pregnant. So when you get this, call me back.”
On the off-chance that you placed this phone call, please don’t be mad at the intended recipient when he (I’ll just go ahead and assume it’s a “he”) doesn’t call you back. I really would have called you back to let you know if I had any idea who you are.