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5:29 a.m.
"Hey, did I call you?"
"Yeah, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was having an asthma attack and I couldn't find my inhaler so I was using my cell phone for light and I accidentally called you. But I'm fine now. Really. I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay. I sleep with my cell phone so I can answer it in case of emergencies."
"Me too. Thanks for answering. Love you."
"Love you too. G'night."
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I'd be scared when I answered the phone to "hhuuuuggghh hugghhhh." Which is what I usually sound like when I need my inhaler. My dad accidentally called me once when he was on a plane, and all I heard what a stressed sigh. I got freaked out, no doubt.
Posted by: Emily | January 17, 2006 1:21 PM
If I accidentally called my speed dial number 7 in the middle of the night, I would get El Sombrero. They would say, "Heather! You can wait until tomorrow for a burrito!"
Actually, they probably wouldn't answer, but I like to think that the employees are always there, keeping an around the clock vigil in the off chance that someone on the west coast is having an asthma attack while someone on the east coast is having a taco attack.
I realize that those two attacks aren’t in the same boat of seriousness, but Mexican food is a big deal. That’s my point.
Posted by: Heather Anne | January 17, 2006 1:59 PM
Is El Sombrero not open 24 hours? I've heard rumors about the south, that things are closed a lot, especially on Sundays. I never quite believed it though. When you need a taco you need a taco. MolcaSalsa, El Sombrero's brother from a different mother, is open 24 hours. You should live here.
Posted by: Abigail | January 17, 2006 5:47 PM
I got a good laugh out of these posts! Thanks all.
Was that your bro who called you? No, if it was him he would have asked you where the bomber was. I can imagine the conversation - yeah, it's going on in my head as I type. Whoa, perfect.
Posted by: Sally Schilling | January 17, 2006 6:26 PM
If I had known that California offered 'Round the Clock Mexican food, I would have moved a long time ago.
Posted by: Heather Anne | January 17, 2006 9:22 PM
Abs, you're speed dial #7 on my phone. Which is something I'm sure you've figured out by now, based on all the times you end up shouting in my pocket.
Posted by: Alisa | January 18, 2006 3:39 AM
I cannot figure out how to work the speed dial function on my phone.
Posted by: SHEPHERD | January 18, 2006 6:02 AM
ohhh, molcasalsa.
my leaving the area was probably a noticeable downturn in business for them.
but I'll be back.
Posted by: matt | January 18, 2006 5:30 PM
people who don't like beans are not allowed to like mexican food.
or engage in mexican food-eating contests with people who do.
Posted by: heather nicole | January 18, 2006 8:11 PM