Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Two funny phone updates:
1) Here’s how it works when I call someone at the Soldiers Home: I call a mobile phone at the nurses’ station, and the nurse takes the phone to the person I’m calling. So Monday I called Mike to tell him I wouldn’t be out until Wednesday. The first try, he was at the Valentines party in the Activity Center, so I tried again later. I heard the nurse tell Mike he had a call, but when he said “Hello,” he didn’t sound so hot.
“Happy Valentines Day!” I enthused. “What are you doing?“
“Just lying here,” he said, decidedly unenthused.
“Are you OK?” I asked. He really did not sound like himself. “Didn’t you go to the Valentines party?”
“No,” he said. “I didn’t go this year.”
Suddenly a little light bulb blinked.
“Could I talk to the nurse a minute, please?” I asked.
She got back on the phone.
“That wasn’t Mike Marquie, was it?” I asked her.
She gulped, then laughed. No, in fact—it wasn’t. She’d given the phone to the wrong Mike, a very nice man I know but have never called, and I’m sure he’s still wondering exactly why I suddenly felt the need to tell him Happy Valentines Day.
Within seconds, I was talking to the right Mike, who sounded like the right Mike. Whew.
2) The right Mike just called to tell me Happy Birthday.
“You remembered!” I enthused.
“No, I didn’t,” Mike laughed. “Someone told me.”
We both laughed. I thanked him for calling and told him I’d be out in a bit for Trivia. I am very happy he called—not just for the sweet birthday wishes, but also because now I don’t have to call out there to alert Mike—any Mike—that I’ll see him soon.
Two funny phone updates:
1) Here’s how it works when I call someone at the Soldiers Home: I call a mobile phone at the nurses’ station, and the nurse takes the phone to the person I’m calling. So Monday I called Mike to tell him I wouldn’t be out until Wednesday. The first try, he was at the Valentines party in the Activity Center, so I tried again later. I heard the nurse tell Mike he had a call, but when he said “Hello,” he didn’t sound so hot.
“Happy Valentines Day!” I enthused. “What are you doing?“
“Just lying here,” he said, decidedly unenthused.
“Are you OK?” I asked. He really did not sound like himself. “Didn’t you go to the Valentines party?”
“No,” he said. “I didn’t go this year.”
Suddenly a little light bulb blinked.
“Could I talk to the nurse a minute, please?” I asked.
She got back on the phone.
“That wasn’t Mike Marquie, was it?” I asked her.
She gulped, then laughed. No, in fact—it wasn’t. She’d given the phone to the wrong Mike, a very nice man I know but have never called, and I’m sure he’s still wondering exactly why I suddenly felt the need to tell him Happy Valentines Day.
Within seconds, I was talking to the right Mike, who sounded like the right Mike. Whew.
2) The right Mike just called to tell me Happy Birthday.
“You remembered!” I enthused.
“No, I didn’t,” Mike laughed. “Someone told me.”
We both laughed. I thanked him for calling and told him I’d be out in a bit for Trivia. I am very happy he called—not just for the sweet birthday wishes, but also because now I don’t have to call out there to alert Mike—any Mike—that I’ll see him soon.
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