No, I don’t have a job, and no, I can’t pick up your phone call. Just text me. Ya feel me?
“Who are you, the President?”
It was my dad’s joking retort.
I’d just told him I had 7 minutes to talk. I was about to turn into preschool car line, and I could tell he was about to launch into a long story.
“No,” I laughed. “But I can’t talk long!”
No, I don’t have a job. But no, I’m not always able to talk on the phone. My dad understands, but his silly remark made me think about it a little more.
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