The other night my phone rang at 11:40 (that would be P.M.). My husband was out of town, so I was a bit nervous. It was (surprise, surprise) my Freshperson.
Moi: “Oh, my God! What’s wrong?”
Him: “Uh, wrong? What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”
Moi: “Are you sure? Are you okay?”
Him: “What do you mean? I’m fine.”
Moi: “So why are you calling NOW? Do you know what time it is?”
Him: “Um, yeah, of course. Listen, could you mail me my old Spanish textbooks?”
Him: “That’s it. Nothing else.” (Laughter in background; I hear him yell out, ‘I’ll be off in a second.’) “Listen, Mom, I’m busy. I gotta go now.”
PS: I know. I know. At least I heard from him. And hey, he must want those Spanish textbooks for something.