You land outside a center for son’s class. The doors are shut and the access requires for the teacher to buzz doors open. The doorbell’s busted. 3 minutes left and the son gets antsy.
- Stress and curse under breath for a full minute, before wheels churn.
- Ask son to check if he has the teacher’s phone number written somewhere in his book.
- Drive into an alley, put blinkers on, and shield the toddler’s incessant questions on why the car was parked and not going the usual route.
- Check phone to see if the phone number was miraculously saved. Realize it isn’t and wonder why.
- In the meanwhile, try calling another parent who also attends the same class. No answer.
- Use the handy iPhone and check gmail to see if the number’s in any email.
- Acknowledge that gmail’s superior search function in the new updated iPhone system is useless, unless the right query’s inserted.
- Realize with glee that the teacher had indeed called, but sadly 7 days ago.
- Quickly stroll through the calls and find a number that could match the time when the call was received.
- Thank iPhone’s feature on saving all missed calls.
- Get a voicemail that says “am out of the country, but here’s my sub’s number”
- Memorize the said number rattled out in a tone that resembles a desi version of Kramer on caffeine.
- Dial the number.
- Get the sub to open door for husband waiting outside.
- Mutter ‘Oh’.
- Call the wife.