Friday Shenanigans

I was on the phone with a government agency this afternoon, and because that usually means being on hold for manymanymany minutes, I had the call on my iPhone speaker. I was in the kitchen trying to write book 3, and waiting to speak to a representative. But suddenly the lady comes on the line and I begin to pull together my information. We start talking. Still on speaker phone. On my iPhone. Which I don’t know how to use all that well, given I’ve had one for a little over a year now.

My son comes in the kitchen and waves at me to take her off speaker phone. I am annoyed. I give him the “Mom look” but I do attempt to pick up my phone at which point I nearly drop it. I do, however, save the iPhone from falling and shattering its screen as they’re known to do. It looks a little like a “pratfall.”

“F%#@!” I say loudly to the government representative.

“Sorry?” The nice woman says.

Son dissolves into laughter to the point where he has to physically leave the room. I cough and try to contain my own laughter. I pretend the reason I can hardly speak is because I have a bad cough. She seems to buy it.

Once we get off the phone, son has returned and says: “How do you pratfall with a phone?”

It takes talent.