Fucking hell. I'm signing off my work computer, and my phone rings. No one ever calls me. But Hubby would often call me as I was closing down, to arrange the evening's activities. Wrong number, of course, but dear goddess, the jolt of "And that's my beloved calling me."
I should change my ring tone, so it's not so hardwired into upsetting responses.
Oh Connie, may this year bring more joy with memories than sorrow.
I wish it could just be...really long-distance, Connie.
38 years with a disability I thought I had heard it all, but "are you going to yell at me if I let you cut in front of me" while in line at a store is a new one.
Huh, I can't recall yelling at anyone that let me cut in line. But maybe it happens?
??? People are strange, sj. Very strange.