no international calling
I’m 36-years-old and my father still pays for my cell phone.
I don’t blame you for thinking less of me as the situation is rather absurd. But in my defense, the whole thing was my dad’s idea. This is because by joining forces we were able to get on a family plan and get new phones and save money in the process.
And I had no choice but to go along with it because my dad is Indian and thus securing the best deal always takes precedence over most everything else. Including my self-respect.
Anyway, it was for this reason that I was unable to text or call my husband while I was in Europe.
I mean technically I could have, as my phone was on and working throughout the trip. But when I debated calling Ali to find out why he was not at Harrod’s at the designated meeting spot that he chose, at the time he dictated, and then imagined my dad lecturing me when he received our wireless bill, I decided to exercise some patience.
Here’s how the story ended:
- Ali sent me a text telling me he’d be 10 minutes late.
- He eventually showed up 20 minutes later, huffing and puffing that his “massage went over” and that he “was enjoying the spa facilities so much that he lost track of time.”
- I bit back several rude comments and rolled my eyes instead.
- And then told him, “It appears that your extraordinary talent at making me wait for you knows no geographical bounds.”
Now there’s nothing to do but wait for the sh#$ to hit the fan when my dad sees the pending and surely astronomical international text charges, courtesy of my husband. And his lateness.