nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dad, cell phone, city of Charlotte I was at some rinky dink airport when I caught wind of Dad's cell phone being lost. I called it, and a black woman answered. I had a fairly long conversation with her, kind of inane, when I suddenly said, "Are you in the airport?" She was. I was trying to make arrangements for a handoff when she said something about getting a new number. SHE should, not us, that was my dad's phone. Some people. Just then I looked out the window and saw Dad conferring with a shuttle bus driver. Though he was outside and I was inside, I heard him speaking clearly. He told the driver he wanted to go to Charlotte. I had no idea what he was up to. Frankly, I don't even know where that airport was. It couldn't have been that far from Charlotte if he was trying to take a shuttle bus. Anyway, I didn't get the phone back and I didn't get to talk to Dad or tell him about the phone. I'm sure he didn't know it was missing.
12:17 p.m. - 2014-11-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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