The Long Wait

My dad cracks me up. He is flying into La Guardia and is supposed to figure out how to take the bus from there to Penn Station, where he will catch NJ Transit, to come to New Brunswick, to meet me. He's staying with me until the 14th because my surgery is tomorrow, and then he will hang out while I recover to make sure I'm OK, etc. He is also not used to the concept of having a cell phone. He has one, but he never answers it. Half the time he forgets it somewhere, or doesn't even turn it on. He was supposed to call me when he landed in La Guardia. I checked online, his plane landed over half an hour ago, but no call. So I call him. No answer. So I text message him.

Now you have to know the store of the "text message" with my dad. Once I texted him "hello", just for the hell of it. He calls me back frantic, wondering what was wrong because he sees my name appear on his phone, but he was unable to answer it. So it was no surprise to me that after my long wait wondering if my dad would call from the airport, that when I text message him "Dad, r u here yet?" the response was his phone texting me back "Dad, r u here yet?" In some ways, it was actually kind of sweet. At least I know he tried.