Personally I prefer calling it a good sense of humor. To each his or her own!
(See, I suspect that my brother’ll probably be leaning more towards mean streak than a good sense of humor.)
The eldest of my two brothers (to quote – or possibly paraphrase? – a bit of lyric that I have, apparently, misheard since the mid 90’s, “I’m the baby of the bunch”, from Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch‘s Good Vibrations, so I get away with… a lot), is terribly at keeping in touch. It can literally go months before he remembers that he said, in December, that’d he’d “call you next week”.
Of course Mom, my other brother or myself could all remind him, but we’ve done that so many times that most of us have just “given up” (i.e. wait for him to actually remember that he has a mother and two siblings, too, apart from a wife and two sons).
The day before yesterday, Mom had asked me if I realized that it had now gone three months since my brother had said he’d call “the next week”. Which is probably why I decided that it was about time that someone did remind him. At least this one more time.
So I called him, reaching only his voicemail (and I would’ve been very surprised if he’d actually picked up, to say the least; I might actually have had a coronary!). Of course I left a voicemail:
“Hi Anders. This is Erica… You know, your sister, in case you’d forgotten… Umm, did you know that there are 417 people with the same name as you and you’re one of the few with no number listed? Just found that interesting, is all.
…Anyway. I was just calling to hear if you’re still alive. If you are, and you get this message, umm, maybe you could… I don’t know… Call back? Bye.”
I wasn’t expecting him to call back during the weekend, he very rarely does. But it was as if Lucifer (the charming one from Supernatural [gif] ), was sitting right next to me and begging me to pay attention to him, saying he had this really great idea.
And all it would cost me was my soul.
So, I decided to send him – my brother, not Lucifer – a text, too, you know, to remind him. Again. This afternoon.
“Not to be that person, ’cause I’m not – I’m most certainly not that person, most certainly not! – but it might be so that there’s a pretty penny on the line… You see, I MIGHT’VE mentioned (as a joke – at least it started out that way), that maybe you’d been bitten by a vampire, and due to a drastically changed sleeping routine, are no longer ABLE to to get in touch during the day OR that you are Patient Zero – or had been chewed on by said patient – and therefore no longer were able to use technical devices such as cell phones (I’m not saying that zombies, NECESSARILY, can’t use technology, but in movies and books they can’t, and that’s really all the fact I have at my disposal, so I’m hoping that if you ARE a tech-savvy zombie, that you’ll forgive my ignorance… If you’re able to read this, that is.) Anyway, the joke escalated and now there’s money on the line… So if you ARE a Living Dead, maybe you could just find a way to convey this somehow?”
A few hours later, I realized that I was having a lot of fun (probably more so than I should), and decided to send him another text. Just ’cause.
“P.S. If you ARE a vampire, are you more of a Gary Oldman’s aristocratic Dracula or Twilight’s… sparkling *brr* “vampire”?
I’m not saying that I won’t be seen in public with him, should he be of the sparkling variety, but I think we’d see a lot more of each other during cloudy days…
Not that we see each a lot as it is. (That’s for you, Anders, if you should find your way here.)