I’m just not a phone person. Never have been. Never will be. I wasn’t that teenage girl who gabbed and gabbed into the night.
So voicemail will remain unlistened to for long stretches. I know that my friend from South Africa had called on my wedding day–the opening of the world cup. It was one of the reasons she couldn’t make it to the wedding, another reason was her pregnancy. Since I was busy running around all day, I didn’t get a chance to listen to her message. She followed up with a sweet email so that I knew she’d been thinking of me.
Not until now, six weeks later, did I listen to her message in its entirety. She said she was with me in spirit. I could hear a lot of ruckus in the background since they were celebrating the kick-off of the world cup games. Then friends of mine from b-school, who do not live in South Africa–but in Europe and Asia–yelped into the phone. I had no idea that they had been there for the world cup. “Is it too late?..Can we object?..If there’s a way for me to transport myself there and object, you know I would…We’re not drunk…No!..It’s crazy here…Damn it’s insane…We love you…We miss you…Enjoy your wedding!”
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