When the phone rang late on a Sunday morning, my husband and I executed the drill perfectly. He picked up the phone, checked the caller ID, and then read the number to me, all of which took just enough time for the call to go to voicemail. We’ve recently discovered that phone solicitors now have real-people phone numbers, and we’re not currently in the market for windows or a timeshare.
After a few minutes, I completed the next step of the phone call ritual. Picking up the receiver, I heard the stutter dial tone which told me that whoever had called just a few minutes before had left a message. I punched in the number, fully expecting to hear a sales pitch for something. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to hear the voice of one of my pledge sisters from the Epsilon class of 1997.
“Hello, I’m calling for Beth. This is Valerie, and I’m calling to find out if you live here, and I think you must.” My fingers couldn’t dial her number fast enough, and I was so excited, it took three attempts for me to finally call her back. Continue Reading “Sorority Sisters are Friends Forever”