Me sitting at Starbucks with a friend, 20 miles from my hometown. Cellphone rings.
Me: Hello, Gran. Is everything ok?
Gran: Yes, I’m just calling to tell your alarm has been going off.
Me: What alarm?
Gran: On your phone. It’s been going off for a while. To remind you to take your medication.
Me (sigh, long pause) holding my phone: Gran, it’s not my phone, because I have my phone with me. I’m talking to you on it. It must be your phone alarm.
Gran (adamant): No, it’s not my phone. It’s yours.
Me: Are you on your phone now?
Me: And do you hear the ringing still?
Gran: No. But it’s not my phone that’s been ringing.
Me: Maybe it was your house phone and not your cell phone.
Gran: Well, look, I just called to tell you your alarm went off, ok?
Me: Ok. Did you take your medication?
Gran: Of course.
Me: Ok. Love you, Gran. I’ll stop by on my way home. Ok.
Gran: Ok. Bye.