I input her contacts into the new Jitterbug (aka old people’s cell phone). My numbers, her friends, the mechanic, the fire department, the senior center. Now, showing Big Edie how to use her new phone and how to find a phone number and dial from the list of contacts:
Me: Ma, find my number and try to call me at home.
Big Edie: But you’re here. You’re not home. (looks at me like I’m an idiot)
Me: Ma, just find me and leave me a fucking message.
So, she did. (scroll down for closed caption)
“Okay, this is your fucking mother leaving you a fucking message….(giggles)…bye.”
