Friday, September 1, 2017
So I was lying in bed this morning as I love to do. I was looking at the sights out my window. The phone rang.
Since it was only about 7:30 AM I quickly put on my glasses to see who would call so early. The number is the cell phone of my youngest granddaughter.
I quickly answered. "Hello?" There was no response. "Hello?" No response. "HELLO?' Still no response.
Then I can hear screaming and yelling. In the background someone seemed to be crying. "HELLO!"
I still heard no answer. Suddenly the phone hung up.
I immediately called back. No one answered. I tried again. No answer.
So I called her mother. I told her what had happened. She said my granddaughter was at school. We live in a different time zone so I had not considered that.
Her mother said she would call the school to see what was happening. She would call me back as soon as she had spoken to my granddaughter.
After a grueling 45 minute wait the phone rang. My granddaughter had been on her school bus when her phone called me. The noise was apparently normal children-on-the-school-bus noise.
My granddaughter did not realize that her phone had dialed me. It was in her pocket. Somehow it also hung itself up. She was surprised that it happened.
Her mother thanked me profusely for contacting her. Of course she was my first thought after my granddaughter. If it had been my child I would want to know. Thank goodness nothing serious happened. It was one of those cases of better safe than sorry.