I needed space from my mom yesterday, had contemplated not wanting to come home last night and the opportunity arose. Only got half an hour of sleep and had so much to do (the line at the post office with nothing to read was brutal). Figured since I was going out to dinner with Parkson, I probably wouldn’t see her tonight, either. While getting in my car to go home, I heard my phone dial in my pocket. I had recently told my mom about how I purposely keep some people’s numbers in my phone so I can know to screen them when they call. But sometimes my phone will randomly dial the very people I’m trying to avoid.
So I scrambled for my phone, hoping it wasn’t anyone I really didn’t want to reach out and touch. It dialed my mom’s number. I quickly hung up. She called back. Asked what I wanted. My phone dialed, not me, I said. Okay, she said.