Yesterday, Sammy called me: "Joel, will you come over tomorrow?"
Me: "Sure Dad. What's up?"
Sam: "I haven't eaten in days. The food here is terrible. I really need new food."
Me: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
Sam: "Anything. What time are you coming?"
Me: "How about lunchtime?"
Sam: "So what time?"
Me: "Is lunchtime okay?"
Sam: "You want to come for breakfast?"
Me: "Breakfast would be okay. How early?"
Sam: "Lunch would be better."
Me: "So ... lunchtime?"
Sam: "How about lunchtime?"
Me: "Dad ... I WILL CALL YOU BEFORE WE GET THERE AT LUNCHTIME ... OKAY? YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT TO ORDER FOR YOU."
Today at 11:00, I placed the call and got his voicemail: "Hello. this is Sam. My number is ________. Please leave your name and number and I'll call you back."
Well ... I left the message and got no return call ... so Debbie tried the Nursing Station:
Debbie: "Hi, is Sam able to come to the phone?"
Nurse: "He's in the dining room."
Debbie: "Oh .... we were supposed to bring him lunch. He probably forgot."
Nurse: "Wait ... I'll get him for you."
Debbie waits for a few minutes and Sammy finally comes to the phone.
Sam: "Hello Miss Debbie ... are you in town?"
Debbie: "Yes Sam. We were coming to bring you lunch."
Sam: "Good. I'll take spaghetti and meatballs."
Debbie: "Okay ... that's what you want to eat?"
Sam: "Where's my seat?"
Debbie: "No ... SPAGHETTI IS WHAT YOU WANT TO EAT?"
Sam: "And bread ... no salad. okay?"
Debbie: "Okay ... we will be there in a half hour ... can you meet us downstairs?"
Sam: "Yes. Thank you."
So we pick up his spaghetti and meatballs and head over to Menorah Manor. You guessed it. He was not downstairs. He was in his room with the big headphones on.
Me: "Hey Dad. Got your food downstairs."
Sam: "Oh. Well ... the baseball game is on and I've had two big meals today ... can we put it in the refrigerator?"