27th
Great Story
Here’s the context: This Thursday, my mother is making a wedding. She and I have both been waking up at too-early hours. Me from nerves, her from stress. Tomorrow morning, my brother will arrive in New York at 5am, just in time to sleep all day and be rested by the day of the wedding.
Here’s what happened: 2:30am the phone rings. My mother answers: “Hello?” It’s my brother calling from Israel: “Worst case scenario, Ma—” he says, and pauses while my mother’s heart rate reaches a precarious level as she pictures her youngest child stuck in a foreign country after missing his flight and arriving in the middle of my wedding. “I lost my Droid,” he continues. “Can you call the phone company and ask them to put a tracker on my phone so I can locate it?” “It’s 2:30 in the morning,” my mother says, “I’m sleeping and no one is tracing your phone at this hour. Good-bye, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
My family is ridiculous.
