Teacher-Moms, on the edge…
Ok, if you read an earlier post of mine, you know I have issues with using the phone. I don’t know why it makes me feel so awkward, like I am imposing and always at the wrong time.
Just last week I called a new-ish friend that I see rather infrequently to talk about the book club I am in and she would like to join. Seemed important to let her know what we will be reading and when the next meeting is. I prepared myself my repeating to myself, “She wants me to call. She needs this information.”
When she answered she was noticeably panting, even through the bad connection I could tell.
“Hi, Kay! It’s Andrea. Have I caught you at a bad time?” I say.
“No! Well… No, yeah, maybe. I am walking on the road.”
“Oh, well, sure. Let me call you back later.”
“No, that’s o.k.! The co…tion’s bad, let me just …to the m…dle of … street, away from this rock wall.” I hear the connection improve because the horn blasts are crystal clear. What the hell! Did this mom of grown kids just enter traffic to hear me better? Does she not know what kind of damage her inadvertent death would do to my future chances of communicating to anyone by phone? Ever?
“I am calling about the book club next month. Why don’t I e-mail you the details.” I say.
“You’re breaking up. We have a bad connection.”
“I – will – call – you – later, – when – you – are – back – home!” I say, slowly and clearly, hoping she can hear me.
“I’m n… going …ack …ome, Bill le…me on th… si…f th… road !” I heard Kay say desperately through the phone.
Did Kay just admit that she’s never going home because Bill left her on the side of the road? I would be pretty pissed if my husband did something like that. I have been to their house. They live way, way up a country road in the mountains of Costa Rica, north of the capital. Steep incline, no sidewalks, Jumanji-like jungle plants with curling vines that pull at your limbs, death defying bus drivers. I had only one thought:
Why do these things always happen to me?
If people are in difficult situations why do they insist on answering every phone call?
Why do I call people?
I am never using the phone again.
But, for a worthy cause, I would give it a try.
The Women’s Club of Costa Rica Special Interest Group Committee, of which I am a member, has started a call campaign! I made at least 9 phone calls this afternoon. We are trying to revive interest in social activities by calling and taking a quick survey of the most recently joined members. Out of 7 woman I tried to reach today through sweaty palms; one had a recording saying if I want to leave a message I needed to enter a ‘box number’, another saying the service was ‘temporarily suspended’, and one was just plain ‘invalid’!
You could imagine my relief!
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