I like to talk. I like to listen. I like to talk and listen to friends. Especially when they have interesting accents and live in foreign lands that I'd like to visit someday.
And it almost got me into trouble.
I'm not used to calling internationally, but got a wild hair to do just that around 2:15 a.m. one morning. I just knew Linds would be up and about, being the early riser I was sure she was.
So I called her.
It was 8:15 a.m. her time, and the sleepyhead was still in bed! IMAGINE!! It took her a while to shake the cobwebs out from between her ears, and even though she'd had no coffee she gradually woke up enough to hold up her end of the conversation. We chatted and solved the problems of the world until around 3 a.m. my time - 9 a.m. hers. 45 minutes in total.
And I didn't think another thing about it, other than I'd had a perfectly lovely conversation with a perfectly lovely person and I really needed to get some shut-eye.
And then the other shoe dropped.
Today Hubster called me at work.
"Uh, did you call Linds the other day?" he asked.
Why yes, I had.
"Well, the long-distance provider called today. Seems as though there was an unusually large charge on our bill and they wanted to make sure it was a valid call."
How much could it be? We'd only spoken for 45 minutes... INTERNATIONALLY....
"Turns out it was around $75.00. WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING?"
Good question. Maybe that it wouldn't be that much?
"Thankfully, they have an international plan that they'll let us put on that will take it down to $3.15 instead. I just wanted to let you know you are somewhat of an airhead sometimes."
Duly noted, dear. Duly noted.