| Cold Calling |
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| Wednesday, 14 July 2010 | |
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I misplaced my cell phone for a little while this morning, and my constant attempts to call it were foiled by the fact that it was still on silent / vibrate from when Dad was still asleep. After re-tracing my steps and searching under every couch cushion, my desk, the laundry room, Dad's room, etc., I finally decided to take a break for a sandwich and resume the hunt after lunch. When I opened the refrigerator, there was my phone, next to the milk I poured on Dad's cereal an hour before. "I found my phone in the fridge." I told Dad, who had recently joined me in the phone hunt. "I guess that's not the hot line." He said. What a "cool" Dad I have! |
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