You land outside a center for son’s class. The doors are shut and the access requires for the teacher to buzz doors open. The doorbell’s busted. 3 minutes left and the son gets antsy.

Wife’s solution:

  1. Stress and curse under breath for a full minute, before wheels churn.
  2. Ask son to check if he has the teacher’s phone number written somewhere in his book.
  3. Drive into an alley, put blinkers on, and shield the toddler’s incessant questions on why the car was parked and not going the usual route.
  4. Check phone to see if the phone number was miraculously saved. Realize it isn’t and wonder why.
  5. In the meanwhile, try calling another parent who also attends the same class. No answer.
  6. Use the handy iPhone and check gmail to see if the number’s in any email.
  7. Acknowledge that gmail’s superior search function in the new updated iPhone system is useless, unless the right query’s inserted.
  8. Think.
  9. Realize with glee that the teacher had indeed called, but sadly 7 days ago.
  10. Quickly stroll through the calls and find a number that could match the time when the call was received.
  11. Thank iPhone’s feature on saving all missed calls.
  12. Dial.
  13. Get a voicemail that says “am out of the country, but here’s my sub’s number”
  14. Memorize the said number rattled out in a tone that resembles a desi version of Kramer on caffeine.
  15. Dial the number.
  16. Get the sub to open door for husband waiting outside.

Husband’s solution:

  1. Mutter ‘Oh’.
  2. Call the wife.
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