Mom asked me to help her do two things today--move a dumpster and go phone shopping. Someone had positioned the alley dumpster in front of our garage, so she couldn't park in it. And her phone's keypad had mysteriously quit allowing her to dial. I wanted to concentrate my energy today on writing, but I figured these chores wouldn't take much time, so I said all right.
We trooped out together through the backyard, through the hallway between our neighbor's garage and ours, and stopped short when we reached the alley. The dumpster had already been moved out of the way of our garage. Well! That was easy! So we trooped back inside again.
"Is there anything we need to know about this phone before we buy a new one?" Mom asked. I picked up the receiver and punched a number just to test it again. The number made its little "beep" into my ear as if nothing had ever been wrong. I handed the phone to Mom. It worked perfectly fine for her too.
Huh.
"Thanks for helping me move the dumpster and get a new phone!" she said to me cheerily.
I guess this means I really should do some writing today.