So today, I was feeling pretty ugh at work and I left early, leaving my husband at work (he drove in separately) as he had plenty of work to do for the upcoming software release. He knew, of course, that though I went home to rest, I'd be available if he needed anything. I went home, got into bed to sit and read, and kept my cel right by my side.
About an hour later, the land line rang, and I had to decide if I wanted to answer it. It's usually a trash call, but it could have been my husband, because he knows I usually sit at home at the computer, right next to the phone, with my cel downstairs in my purse. I thought about it for a bit, then decided to not get up out of bed and traipse across the house to answer it. Once it stopped, I waited a moment to see if I got a second call on the cel - that would be him trying the second way to get in touch with me - and when that didn't happen, I texted him. It went something like this.
Me: Did you just try calling the land line? Cause I didn't feel like getting up to answer it.
(Fifteen minute wait - reasonable, as he was at work)
Him: Nope.
Me: Good. Feeling really lazy.
Him: Well, sorry, cause I need to now.
I just kind of stared at the screen. He implied he was going to call the land line, but I had my cel in my hand at that very moment, so he must have meant he's calling the cel, right? Ten seconds goes by. Hm, maybe he meant something else, because the cel should have rang by now and -
BRRRRRRRING!
Damn.
I get up out of bed and go to the kitchen to answer the land line phone (it rings four times in the meantime), and talk to my husband, all the while thinking that he's going to tell me why it was so important that he use that phone instead of my cel. Nope - conversation happens, I answer his question about work, and he heads off. I return to bed, cursing him lightly for making me move.
So he comes home. I'm making dinner, and after a while, I finally ask him...
Me: So, why'd you call me on the land line?
Him: I really needed to know (work stuff).
Me: Right. But why'd you call the land line?
Him: We were just talking about you answering the phone.
Me: Right. And I was holding my cel in my hand at the time.
Him: ...
Him: ...
Him: ...
Him: I think I see your point.
So, if you've ever needed a good reason for a land line, this was it: a fifteen-minute bout of laughter and embarrassment.
