Random Memory

Over a decade ago, I was engaged to a perfectly lovely young man who lived in England.  As this was the late nineties, dial-up was the usual means to connect to the internet, unless you were rich or at work.  Also, the time difference was a bit of a bear, so after work I would come home and block the phone line for at least a couple of hours during prime phone time.

You can imagine how pleased Momma was to have her phone busy every night until eight or so.

But we would chat using IM, and I would play solitaire while chatting because the connection was slow and because I can barely stand to do only one thing at once.  One evening, the young man asked me what I was doing and I told him about my card game. He was angry that I was doing anything other than devoting my time to him.

I don't know why I just remembered this.