The grandson who lives here has a cell phone that rings, or makes strange noises, frequently. The musical "beep beep beep" that indicates text messaging is a sound to which I've grown accustomed. His ringtone, a song about "living in a small town", is something I've almost memorized.
Tonight he and I watched a couple of CSI episodes and a "Law and Order SVU", sharing some popcorn (I have 50 pounds of popcorn, so there's plenty to share).
Bored with television, I handed him the remote and came to my computer in the kitchen. His phone rang (or should I say "sang") and I heard him start talking to someone. Imagine my shock when he said, "I'm eating supper."
This got my attention, since our popcorn was long gone.
Then he said, "Well, you should have told me sooner; it's too late now, I'm eating."
And after a pause, "I'm at Grandma's."
Once he ended the call, he told me, "Just in case you're wondering, I'm eating supper."
"Making up excuses, are we?"
"Ah, these women are driving me crazy."