Pocket Calls

So, I'm sitting at my desk at work. The business is humming along as usual. I'm working on yet another Excel Spreadsheet that I'm sure is of extreme import. My brain is wandering as I enter in the numbers...I'm thinking back to my lousy weekend, where I took the cat to the vet...teared a little when they checked for parasites...and sat around my parents house alone. I couldn't help but stew in my pity a little longer so I threw in some pathetic thoughts about work. Then, a moment of unadluterated ecstasy! My cell phone rang...and it was............Pinot Nior! "Holy Crap Batman!" Could my day be looking up? Could my insatiable lust for self pity & degradation be coming to an end? For a minute I saw that happy picture of a warm Sunday morning....11am...lying in bed....nudging my lover.....So, I answer the phone. Happily but not TOO eagerly I studder, "Hellllllo?" [Rustling of papers] Again I repeat, "Hellllllo....P--?" [rustling continues] Slowly, I begin to realize the truth of all truths. I was the 'victim' of an accidental call....a pocket call. They say everything happens for a reason & God has a sense of humor. I bet one day he & I'll sit back throw back some good Persian wine...probably a shiraz...and have a good laugh about this....but right now....I remain faithfully yours, PISSED.