Don’t Drop The Call
(My nana and I live in the same apartment complex. I get a frantic call from my aunt.)
Aunt: “I was one the phone with Nana when I heard a yell and the phone disconnected! Can you go down and make sure she’s okay?”
Me: “Of course.”
(I go down to Nana’s apartment.)
Me: “Where did you fall?”
Nana: “How’d you know?”
Me: “[Aunt] called me right after. She said she heard a yell, and then you hung up.”
Nana: “I didn’t hang up on purpose; the phone disconnected when I banged my head on the table.”
Me: *to my aunt on the phone* “She’s alive. She said she fell and hit her head, but there’s no blood or bruising.”
(My aunt comes over to Nana’s apartment.)
Aunt: “Don’t ever do that again!”
Nana: “Would you rather I wasn’t on the phone with you the next time I fall?”
Aunt: “Yes! Just don’t do it while I’m on the phone with you!”