Legal Quandary

Saturday, June 04, 2005

Tell Me What You Really Think

As you all know, my dad is pretty sick. I usually try to call once a day to check in with him. I might go 2 days if I'm really short on time - say, when I'm studying for finals. So last night when I called, I was a little concerned when I got a message saying the number had been disconnected. I tried again this morning and still couldn't get through, so I called one of the neighbors, hoping they could verify everything was ok with my dad. I spoke with a very honest teenager.

Me: Hi, this is LQ. I'm Mr. Quandary's daughter. He gave me your number just in case I ever couldn't get through to him.

Neighbor Boy: (sounding groggy) Oh.

Me:
Gosh, I'm sorry - did I wake you? (even though it was past 10 A.M.)

NB:
No. I've been up for awhile.

Me:
Would it be too much to ask for you to go over and just make sure my dad is ok, and let him know I've been trying to call him?

NB:
Oh. I saw him a couple of days ago and he's still alive. But he doesn't look good.

NB finally put his dad on the phone. His dad was very nice, and even walked over with the cordless phone so I could talk to my dad. But still. Tact, people. Tact.

Comments:
Jesus Christ. Kids have no sense.
 
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