But, as luck would have it, just this past week, Becky and I had the need to discuss it. The call went something like this…
Angel: “Hey, what are you doing?”
Becky: (Strained silence at first and then…) “Have you checked your cell phone? I called you and texted you!”
Angel: “No, I don’t even know where my phone is. It’s probably dead at the bottom of my purse. What’s up?”
What followed was a tirade (she would call it a discussion, but I’d definitely say tirade…) about how she ran out of gas, was stranded on the side of the road, called me but I didn’t answer my phone, my voicemail box was full and I never responded to her text for HELP!
Angel: “Why did you call me? You know I am not “emergency contact” material. You should have called Brody.”
Becky: “Brody is not my best friend!”
Angel: “So what? You are not on my emergency contact list.”
Becky: “Are you kidding me? Who do you have listed after Brody?”
Angel: (Strained silence at first and then… ) “I have Lauren listed.”
For those of you who don‘t know, Lauren is a friend to both Becky and I. She is our sensible, dependable friend.
She is my #2.
What followed was a tirade (she would call it a discussion, but I’d definitely say tirade…) about how she should hold the coveted #2 spot, because if there ever came the day when there was an emergency (and Brody couldn’t be found) she would definitely be there to help me.
Angel: “Listen, we both know that isn’t true. Neither of us are good emergency contact material. I never answer my phone and you are the type of person who runs out of gas. Definitely not emergency contact material!”
What followed was a tirade (she would call it a tirade too) and now Becky is my #2.
Let’s all hope and pray Brody keeps his phone close.