Wake
up all excited. My son is coming
home. Go to Agata and buy all sorts of
things for him to eat when he arrives around 11 tonight. Return home and the phone rings. It’s a number I don’t recognize. Must be another one of those calls trying to
get me to reduce my electric bill. I
block the call. But then my cell phone
rings. Same number, so I answer it. It’s Alexander (using a friend’s phone) and
he sounds frantic. “Mom, is there any
possible way you can change my bus reservation to tomorrow? I have so much to do today I don’t see how I
can possibly get it done. I need to
pack, sell my books, clean out my gym locker, and get to the storage place. I can do it, but it would be so much better
if I can leave tomorrow instead.” (Note: 5:30 today is the date and time Alexander originally
chose, not me. In fact, he had switched from a bus tomorrow).
Acting
as my son’s personal assistant, I am able to:
- Cancel the reservation for a $30 fee...the bus company's, not mine. It would have cost nothing if cancelled last night.
- Reschedule on another sold-out bus that miraculously opens while I am online.
- Call the storage place to tell them of the new plan.
The
dorm closes at 2 tomorrow. Alexander’s
bus leaves at 5:30. Poor thing.
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