I was in a meeting when Rocky called me. I didn’t answer. Normally, calls are only for emergencies, but he tends to call just to say it’s nice out there. I waited for a second call.
I continued my meeting. Another call: my Princess of a wife. Panic. Something must have happened to Rocky. I didn’t have time to answer, and the call ended.
I didn’t know what to think, especially since I was also on a call with a client, discussing a very relevant use case for our product.
Another call from Rocky. Two rings, then he hung up. My meeting ended, and I called him back immediately.
— Is everything okay?!
— Yeah, why?
He told me something trivial. Honestly, I don’t even remember. Something completely mundane.
— No, wait, we’ve talked about this: calls are for emergencies. I panicked a bit—you called me, then Mom called me back, then you called again… I was in a meeting, and I thought there was a problem!
— Oh, I called you twice? Me?
— Yes, you did!
— No, I don’t think so.
— I’m not crazy! I have the call log: you called me at 3:25 PM the first time, then at 3:35 PM.
— Hmm… I don’t know. Wait, wait. At 3:35, on the second call when you didn’t answer, did I call you back… from under a tree?
I burst out laughing, but honestly, he’s exhausting!