A small favor

On the way home from meeting some of Renee's friends the other night for some drinks, the five of us stopped at Safeway to pick up a few baking supplies (Miranda wanted to make a cake for her friends who were working the graveyard shift all week). After making the rounds of the store and being stupid - a stein of beer will do that to you - we finally paid for our selections and began to walk to the car. I, as per usual and for no reason at all, checked my cell phone.

Which was 3 minutes into a phone call.

At midnight.

To my parents.

So now I'm wondering if: A) my mom and dad are sitting by the phone listening, waiting, trying to figure out who is calling them at midnight; or B) I just left a message on the answering machine that they will hear first thing in the morning.

What were the topics of conversation we covered? Beer. Finger condoms. Butt sex. I know there was some swearing. Possibly a racist joke or two. "This is not good," I remember thinking to myself, "not good at all." It turns out I had nothing to worry about because the computer was hooked up to the internet (thank goodness for dial-up!), but man, that was close. Late phone calls are never a good thing. It made me think of the time I answered the phone at 3 a.m. and it was some guy's collect call from Clackamas County Jail. I didn't know him, I had no way of helping him, so I hung up. I still don't know what I could have done.

To this day I wonder what happened to him.