On Thursday, M’s math team had an after-school meet at a high school in a nearby town. That morning, I told M, “Call me at home when you’re heading back to your high school so I know when to pick you up.” This is our usual routine on math meet days. And since the meets usually end anywhere from 5 to 5:30, I made sure to be home by 5.
5:45 rolls around, still with no phone call from M. I check that our sometimes-troublesome home phone line has a dial tone.
6:05 and still no call. At this point, I figure he’s got to be done with the meet, and try calling his cell phone. It goes to voicemail.
6:15 I try calling him again, and he answers.
Me: “Where are you????”
M: “Um, you know the 4-way intersection?”
There are a lot of these in the 3 towns he’s traveling through.
M: “It’s on the route we take to the library.”
Still vague, but this means he is already somewhere between our house and his high school; so much for me getting to the school early enough so he doesn’t have to wait for me in the rain.
M: “It’s the one by the fire station.”
Now I know where he means. It’s about 2 minutes from his school.
Me: “OK, I’m leaving home now. Bye.”
About 10 minutes later I get to the high school, and he gets in the car.
Me: “So when were you planning to call me, if I hadn’t called you?”
M: “Well, I texted E when I left the math meet.”
Me: “She’s still in the city! She’s always still in the city at this time of day! What was she supposed to do? And why didn’t you call me at home like I had told you to?”
M: “Um….. you told me that?”