A policy the managers are pretty strict about is no cell phones. I've already gotten caught a few times while texting, so I've been doing my best to up my mobile sneakiness.
Yesterday when I felt my phone vibrate, I saw it was my dad calling. He knew I was at the restaurant, so I assumed the call was pretty important for him to interrupt me at work. I ducked into the ladies room to answer without getting into trouble.
Me: "Hey I'm busy at work. What's up?"
Dad: "Hi, honey. I'm at Meijer and I saw that you had St. Ive's body wash on your grocery list. What kind do you want?"
Me: "Uh, whatever they have. I don't care."
Dad: "There are just so many kinds here. Why do they even need this much variety? There can't possibly be that much of a difference."
Me: "Just get whatever, dad. I really need to go."
Dad: "Well which do you want? They have oatmeal shea butter, energizing citrus, mineral therapy-"
Me: "I don't care. The oatmeal one. Just get the oatmeal one."
Dad: "Ha! It's like breakfast in the shower. Get it? Oatmeal?"
*click*
