So, I had the mother(hahaha, no pun intended[you'll get it after you read it]) of all misadventures today.

Last night, I was talking to Joe. All of a sudden, our call was lost. That's nothing new-Joe's always saying what a piece of crap his phone is. So I sit there waiting for him to call me back. I don't call him back because

1)we weren't talking about anything important

and

2)I was hypnotized by the Navy-Notre Dame game(which, let me point out once again, NOTRE DAME WON!!!!! WOOOOO!)

However, if I had attempted to call him back, I would have found that I couldn't and that the call had been disconnected by my phone because my battery had been knocked a little out of place. I had no idea because everything else was still working fine, I just couldn't make or receive calls. Yeah, I wish I had known this because my mom had been trying to call me. She got so nervous that she hadn't heard from me(even though we had had a conversation that morning-she forgot about it) and she allegedly tried calling the room phone a million times too(what the hell is wrong with that thing??). She got so worried that she called THE POLICE DEPARTMENT, and low and behold, this morning, I was greeted by Officer Imreallyaman, who informed me I needed to "call my mom." When she said that, I thought she meant "call to tell her you are under arrest(I thought to myself-"is this normal procedure?" after thinking "what did I do??")," but then she went on to say my mom has been trying to call me for two days. I apologized for all the trouble and quickly tried to get in touch with my mom. That's when I realized the phone was fucked up. But whatever.

Like I told Joe, that story is 99% funny, 1% mortifying.

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