She Needs A Deerstalker Hat and A Meerschaum
Pipe I Tell Ya!
Mrs. C once again has demonstrated her
Sherlockian talent of clue spotting.
Today while she was at work, I had to
fill out an on-line form for an oral Surgery appointment… (Bad tooth, no biggie.) The site to fill out the form was sent to
my phone, so I had to fill it out on my phone.
(Yes I probably could have forwarded it
to my computer except I can’t). Anyway
One of the questions was for the phone
number of my emergency contact…Mrs. C of course. Problem was, her number is on my contact list
which is on my phone which I was using to fill out the form. (No
I don’t know her actual number, I call her by telling the phone to “Call
Karen, Mobile!")
OK, that’s it, no
more explanation’s in parenthesis.
So, in order to find the number, I
thought maybe it would be on our landline phone. (Well,
it used to be on the phone…ok now that is the last one.) I
picked up the phone and looked. Apparently
they don't put it on the receiver anymore.
I had to dig out the number from a
list in my wallet.
Later this night, Mrs. C comes to bed
and glances at the phone.
“Did you use the
phone today?”
“WHAT?”
“Did you use the
phone today?”
“Why?”
“Because the cord
was moved.”
“Holy crap! I picked it up to look for our number which
is not there to fill out a dental form.
How does the cord get moved more than an iota or two from that?”
“Apparently it
does, because I could tell.”
“So, I guess if I
came home with lipstick on my collar you would spot it.”
“Yes, but I might
not care!”
That’s Mrs. C. She does not miss a trick and also can put me
in my place without skipping a beat.
At least she didn’t call me a JERK!
(She has been known to call me that from time to time)
(Oops, I forgot)
(Maybe I am a Jerk!)
