Yes, this again.
The call comes in around 6.15 a.m.
“Ba, it’s Dad. Where can I get an electric razor?”
“What happened?”
“No, it’s not that. I just need an electric razor. Where’s there a store?”
“You don’t need a store.”
“I just need to go get one, that’s all.”
“Why? What’s wrong with the razor you have? What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. I took it apart and I can’t get it back together and now it doesn’t work.”
“Why did you take it apart?”
“I didn’t. I was just trying to clean it, so I took it apart.”
“It doesn’t need cleaning.”
“What are you talking about? Then how do you clean it?”
“Just run it under water.”
“What do you mean you run it under water?”
“Run it under water. Turn the water on and put it underneath the water that’s coming out of the faucet.”
“I did that.”
“So, why did you take it apart?”
“I didn’t. I was just trying to clean it.”
“Listen: don’t do anything else. Don’t touch it. I’ll be by this morning and put it back together.”
“You won’t be able to. I tried.”
“Let me try.”
“You can’t. I tried 12 times already. It’s gone.”
“It’s not gone.”
“You won’t be able to fix it. How are you going to fix it?”
“I’m good at these things.”
“You’re not going to be able to, I’m telling you.”
“Why are you arguing about this? I’ll be over before noon.”
“Before noon?”
“Before noon.”
“What? This morning?”
“This morning.”
“When?”
“Before noon.”
“Around 11?”
“OK . . . 11.”
“No, just tell me when.”
“Before noon, around 11.”
“OK, so 11 or so?”
“Yes.”
“If I’m not here, leave the message.”
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