Dumb old wind

Well, Alan Colmes was super sweet. 

Unfortunately, we were having a lot of wind and it must have knocked a branch down on the phone line right in the middle of his show, because the phone cut out, and me, I heard the click, but I thought it was just Ann doing some sort of radio connecting business or something, so I kept talking, and talking and talking, until finally, I realized that cozy Alan guy wasn’t chatting back. 

It wasn’t that he was so mesmerized by my interesting conversation, he wasn’t saying, “uh…huh…“ or “really, you don’t say” because he wasn’t there anymore!  It was a dead phone I was blathering into.

Sheesh!

And then, you should have seen me when I realized.  Up I leapt from my comfy chair with my nice glass of ice water at my elbow.  “Hello?  Hello?“  I was saying into the phone.  “Hello?  Hello?“ a little louder.  “Oh no!“  I started running around the house, I got the portable phone, “Hello?  Hello?“  Nothing

I ran downstairs to my work room, grabbed that phone, “Hello?  Hello?“  Still that dead flat nothing.  “S__t!“ 

Don was watching the Blackhawks and the Flyers duke it out on the hockey game he recorded.  “Don,“ I called.  “The phones don’t work!  The phones don’t work!“ 

I knew Alan was gone now, the show must go on, and all that rot, but still, I was trying the phones. 

All the downstairs ones, then down into the basement storage room that is jammed full of my daughter’s stuff, hopping over boxes and her sofa and an upside down coffee table to try the last final phone jack in the whole d__n house. 

I plugged it in.  “Hello?  Hello?“ I said, expecting nothing. 

“Hello,“ said Ann. 

I almost fell over in shock.  They were still there.  “We went to commercial break,“ she explained, calm as can be.  Wow.  I wish I had her cool.  She put Alan on and we finished the interview. 

I’m not sure if I made sense or not.  I’m not sure if I was coherent.  I wanted to be.  I didn’t want to let all the people out there who had lives like me down.  The ones who don’t get the chance to speak out.  But I don’t know if I did them justice. 

What I do know is that Alan Colmes is a VERY sweet guy. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, June 02, 2010 in Chewing the Fat