7:30 p.m. last night, my phone rings with my mother's cellphone number on the Caller ID.
my grandma: "Hello?"
grandma: "Hello? I can't hear anything. It's not working. Hello?!"
highway sounds. click. dial tone.
fifteen seconds later the phone rings again.
me, annoyed: "Hello?"
grandma: "Hello?! I still can't hear."
me, shouting: "Grandma! I'm here!"
grandma: "Helloooo? Are you there? Why can't I hear anything? Celia, something's wrong with the phone."
my father, in the background: "Did she push Send? Let me see it..."
rustling. click. dial tone.
ten seconds later the phone rings. again.
my mother: "Hi honey, we're in the car with Grandma. She wants to talk to you."
grandma: "Okay. Hello?"
me: "Hi Grandma."
grandma: "Hello? Helloooo?!?! I don't understand what's wrong. Celia, your phone is broken. Fix the phone, Celia. HELLOOOO?!?!"
more rustling and fumbling, then my mother, in the background:
"Ma, you're holding it backward!"