SOS TO DAD!!!

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After midnight.  My son, Carl, was not home.  He was over twenty so no problem except that I am a mom.  Sleep was hazy.

Phone rings.  Sammy (Dad) answers because the phone is on his side of the bed.  Old type phone, no ID’s.  No cell phones for us in those days.

“Hello,” he answers.   “Well, okay.  Call if you need me,”  Dad says and hangs up phone.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Carl.”

 “What did he want?’

“His car broke down.”

 I’m steamed.  His car broke down.  Sammy doesn’t even ask where he is!

“Don’t worry.”  Sammy says.  “I told him to call if he needs me.”

“What do you think that was?” I scream.

*****  Well, all’s well that ends well.  Sammy has proven to be a kind and thoughtful father and husband.  But that night!!!!  I guess he just didn’t wake up enough to realize why he was being called.

Note:    Carl called a friend who went to help him.  Another funny story, but not for now.  That was Carl’s first date with the girl  who has been his sweet wife for over forty years.  So glad she didn’t flee.

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Image:  Pixabay

This story is true.  Carl and Vicky are now grandparents themselves.  I’m sure relieved that they had cell phones for dealing with their offspring.  😀

Challenge:  Tale Weaver #264  “Awake in the Night”  https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/27/tale-weaver-264-awake-in-the-night-27th-february/

 

About oneta hayes

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7 Responses to SOS TO DAD!!!

  1. What a funny story! Something to laugh about for years to come. 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, it is a family classic. Largely because of what followed Carl w/Vicky walked to the only place lighted up that time of night – a bar. Carl called his Christian buddy (both teetotalers) and asked to him, Bill, to come to the bar and pick them up. Bill, with great consternation and compassion, said something like “You haven’t fallen away tonight, have you, Carl.” What can one expect when he is called after midnight to come to a bar and pick you and your date up? Add the element of Vicky being required to sign in for curfew at the dorm before midnight, and you have quite a story! Especially for a group of timid Christians!

  2. Faye says:

    Love this family classic. It sounds so normal for hazy late night phone calls. Blessings!

  3. krc says:

    I woulda said the same thing

    Yeah, he musta been half asleep still

    • oneta hayes says:

      Everybody who knows Dad in this case, would know it was not because he was uncaring. I don’t remember when we found that he was rescued. I must have been fit to be tied!

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