Our next door neighbors have been foster parents for years. We have babysat in emergency situations, such as when the kids arrive home from school a few minutes before the adults do from their doctor's appointments.
When the phone rang as we were driving to the store, we did not recognize the phone number. Bill answered on speaker phone.
"Hey there man, how you doing on this fine day?" The deep, gravelly African-American voice sounded older than our neighbor.
"Doing just fine. What can I do for you?"
"Well that is exactly what I was going to ask you. You called ME, so I hit redial. What can I do for YOU?"
"Well I've been driving. I haven't used this phone. I didn't call you, Jesse. You called ME."
"This is John, not Jesse. Who are you?"
They got to talking. The man lived clear across town, was two years older than Bill, and both had retired the same year. They discussed everything under the sun. When I came out of the store, they were still gabbing about the world situation, the repercussions of telling the wife her cooking was bad. They agreed if they ordered out, the wife would appreciate it ...
My husband is a joker and has never met a stranger. You'd have thought these guys were best friends.
When I came out of the SECOND store, they were still yucking it up, laughing, and telling life stories.
I shook my head, smiled, and thought, "This is exactly what the world needs, friendly people forced by a pandemic to limit their in person interactions, making the most out of a random phone call."
In the back of my mind I wondered just how random that accidental dial was.