There's an ass for that?

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Just one of those days in the parental communication department.

There's no nice way to put this: Emily's dealing with a sore in a place you don't want to be sore.  She called Dr. Mom, who recommended a product that, apparently, she could not find within the local Wegmans empire- but which Eleanor had a bottle of.  She asked me to bring it to the child, so I grabbed it this morning and took it in my Rochester travels.

When I finished my day of appointments and meetings and such, I texted Le Child, saying something along the lines of

I have your [name of product]. Is somebody home?

Only within a mile of their apartment did I get a response- and it wasn't from her. No, it was from a client- one of the few to use text messaging as a regular means of communication. Client's response was to the point:

WHAT?!?

I swear the screen had Em's last text to me when I started, but who knows?

So I retexted the right party and got her her needed medicinal item.

Suffice it, this gave all new meaning to the term "butt dialing."

Gnite.