All My Fault
Sometimes when my mom and I are talking to each other via cell phone, the call is dropped. Maybe someone can explain this to me someday. I mean, even when both parties have a full signal, something goes awry. Mysterious . . .
Still, when my mom calls back after such an occurrence, she always says something like this: "All of my bars are full. It wasn't my phone; it was yours." Ha! Attaching blame to someone for a dropped call is totally ridiculous, mom!
It's not just my momma, though. A lot of people seem to think similarly. I just don't understand why it's necessary to have a conversation about whose service is the poorer one. Ah, well. It makes for a good laugh, usually.
Thing I'm thankful for: good advice