Well, I just got the fright of my life just now.
I turn on my cell phone and theres a message from my dad, "Michael, it's you dad. Call me." but he's saying it in a very scary way. Like in a way that he's pissed off at me or something bad has happened. So I start worrying and call my mom's house. No answer. Call her cell phone. No answer. I'm thinking that maybe her knee went out and she went in the hospital, or worse.
So, I call my dad's cell and this what he says "Mom told me you wanted to get the computer." I told him I already ordered it and then I told him about the washer dryer combo and Lowe's. What a relief.
My dad needs better phone skills.
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