My mom left for a four month trip to India yesterday morning. Don’t ask me why she’s going for four months. I really don’t have an answer. All I know is that there’s no more nagging phone calls to deal with for four whole months. FOUR MONTHS! That’s like 240 phone calls that I don’t have to deal with!
Anyway, being the good son that I am, I tried calling my dad in the evening to check in on him since he’s home alone now. He didn’t answer any of his phones but then called me back later.
Me: Where were you?
Dad: I was on the treadmill.
Me: You couldn’t answer your phone?
Dad: I didn’t have it with me.
Me: Fine. What did you eat for dinner?
Dad: I haven’t eaten yet.
Me: What are you going to eat?
Dad: I have some leftover Taco Bell.
Fucking classic.
