With a mother like that, who needs an enemy?

I was sitting here at my desk writing the last blog and the phone rang.  That is weird because while I do have a home phone, no one uses it.  I'm expecting it to be a telemarketer.  I say hello.  They say hello.  They ask how I'm doing.  I ask how they are doing.  Silence.  They ask if something is wrong.  I ask who are you.  They say, you don't know who this is, you dingbat? I say, I'm going to hang up now.  They say, oh, did I dial the wrong number.  I say, yes you did.  They say, oh, I was trying to reach my daughter.  Weird.  I hope that if my mom ever calls me and I don't recognize her she insults me.  I wonder why that little gem of a scenario has never been made into a phone commercial.  Sometimes we can be colossal jacks to the people we should be most loving.  I know I'm not always a gem, but dear heaven's give someone a break.  I bet her daughter is in counseling, not that there is anything wrong with that.