My dad called me on Tuesday night. Usually when he calls, he wants to ask me why his cable package doesn’t include ESPN+, or how to close out of his iPhone apps, or more likely, tell me how he played in pick-up basketball over lunch with his work buddies. Sometimes it’s to gripe about how he got pestered and picked on defensively, or to complain about the accountant down the hall who wouldn’t pass him the ball in the corner. I mean, seriously, he was wide open.
Often times, these conversations are totally unpredictable, as you can imagine.