I went to Boston to see a friend's daughter in a play yesterday. I also had a couple of hours to sit and talk face to face with another slicer, Clare Landrigan, but that's another slice. As I was about to head home, my phone buzzed, and it was my almost-twenty year-old who was home from school for a night.
"You're not going to believe what happened," she started.
I couldn't yet identify the emotion that was behind the hysteria in her voice. I waited to start my car so that I'd focus on her and she wouldn't cut out when the phone flipped to hands-free.
"So I went to Best Buy to exchange my phone since now my update really is ready--" (I bet you all can feel the relief flooding through my body.) I got into my car and started it.
Her litany went on about how she spent all this time only to find out there'd be no phone without a license to show who she was, and her license was in her desk drawer at her dorm.
I told her I'd be home in a couple of hours, and I'd stop and get the new phone. She assured me it was all set, the sales associate would remember her, and I'd get in and out of there fast.
I didn't. (Has anyone ever gotten out of Best Buy fast with a mission accomplished?) I have new friends at Best Buy, though, and Julia has her new phone.
Oh, and she told me I was the best mom ever before my husband drove her back to school.
I'm not, but it's great to hear those words...even if they spawn from a phone...with which I have a complicated relationship...there's yet another slice!