Today when I got home from witnessing the accident and was jittery and close to tears, I called Dan so he could listen and sympathize with the tragedy. (Plus I'm a bike rider and he would worry that something like that could happen to me and then I'd reassure him that I wear my ID tag so at least I can be ID'd if I do get in an accident and am incoherent.)
Our conversation:
Me: Guess what?
Dan: (Lots of background noise) What?
Me: Today I saw these two bikers...
Dan: (Lots of background noise) What? Sorry, I can't hear you.
Me: TODAY I saw these two bikers riding right in front of me and the guy skidded out and his bike hit the lady's bike and they slammed together and she flew off and landed right on her head...
Dan: Hold on... Sorry. I'm at Zupa's. The E&Y guy was sick and canceled our lunch meeting so we had to go out and grab a bite for lunch.
Me: Oh.
Dan: I'm with Chad.
Me: Oh.
Dan: So what happened? A guy and lady crashed into each other?
Me: Yes! They totally crashed into each other and she landed on her head and couldn't move and I was the first on the scene with these two teenagers and we had to call 9-1-1...
Dan: ...I'll have a half turkey sandwich and cup of soup. Oh, and one of those...
Me: Hmmmmmph.
Dan: Oh man... so there was a crash! That sucks! Hey, I gotta go. My lunch is ready! Have a great day!
Me: Yeah...
2 comments:
I get that. I totally get that.
Nice.
Why do husbands answer the phone when they know they can't be part of the conversation?
Did the bikers have helmets on?
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