I repeated these words at least a dozen times yesterday. It all started Friday night with a call from my sister.
She lives in New York.
Sister – “I can’t get in touch with Dad – his fax machine keeps going off.”
Dad is old. And lives alone. Hundreds of miles away – in Florida.
Me – “His voicemail must be full again.”
When his voicemail gets full, for some reason his fax goes off – I do not know why but it does.
I called. And called. The damn fax machine all day long.
Me – over the screeching fax noise – “Hello? It’s me are you there?”
Me – “HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”
Now I am getting worried, I mean doesn’t he hear the fax machine going off all day? Doesn’t he notice he has not received any phone calls in 24 hours? Could he be lying there – dead?
I call my sister.
Me – “It is your turn to call Denise.” She is a neighbor.
My sister calls Denise. She calls me back.
Sister – “I left a message. Maybe I should call Charlie.”
Charlie is Denise’s father. He is 92 years old.
She calls Charlie. Calls me back.
Sister – “His fax machine is going off too.”
This is funny.
Sister – “I have the number for Diaz. Who is Diaz?”
Me – “He lives across the street. Call.”
Sister – “Dad is going to get mad with us calling all these people.”
Me – “Fuck ‘ im.”
Well, Diaz is not home either.
An hour passes.
I call my sister.
Me – “Try again.”
Sister – “I’m eating dinner.”
Wow she can eat.
My husband and I search for fax software on the P.C. – I cannot find any.
We install fax software on the P.C.
I send my father a fax.
My sister has a friend [she has no fax software] send him a fax too.
Five minutes pass.
My sister calls me back.
Sister – “He called. He heard the fax machine going off and wondered who the hell is faxing him at this time of night.”
Thank God for technology. Or not.