High concept, low tech: Three Mom stories

Story #1

I'm home for Thanksgiving. Mom drops me off at Rotterdam Square Mall to finish my Christmas shopping. I tell her to call my cell when she has arrived to pick me up. I *just* miss the call and run out to our designated meeting spot. She isn't there. I call her cell and it goes directly to voicemail. Finally, she pulls up.

Me: (Getting into the car) Is your cell phone off?

Mom: Yes, why?

Me: I tried to call you back. Did you call me and then immediately turn your cell off so I couldn't call you back?

Mom: I made a call. I left you a voicemail. I was done.

Me: But Mom, if you're picking me up, you should leave the phone on so I can call you if we're trying to meet up.

Mom: No. I don't do that.


Story #2

I'm home for Christmas. Mom and I are watching Law & Order: SVU. A commercial comes on.

Mom: Oooh! Check my cell phone to see if I have any messages.

Me: You don't know how to check your messages?

Mom: No.

Me: You've had this phone for like a year.

She hands me the phone. I check. She has six messages, some several months old, including the one I left her during the aforementioned mall pickup.


Story #3

This past Saturday. I am running errands. Mom calls to chat.

Me: Can you hear me better than you usually do? I got a new phone.

Mom: Yes. What kind of phone is it?

Me: It's really cute. It's a camera phone.

Mom: Does that mean you can see me?

Me:…

Me: Um, no.

Mom: Right. I'd have to have a camera phone too for you to see me.

UPDATE: More family comedy from Cousin Desiree.