Husband and I have a rule: no checking our phones during dinner. Last night, halfway through the meal, his phone lit up. He glanced at it, but continued eating. Five minutes later, it buzzed again, repeatedly. This time, he picked it up and yelled, “OH NO! MOM!”
He then called the police, gave them his mom’s address, and ran out. An hour later, he called me, sighed heavily, and explained: turned out my MIL had told him over the phone that there had been a burglary. Panicked, he called the police and raced over to her house. Apparently, someone had stolen her potatoes from the garden in the morning, but she had portrayed it as a burglary on the phone.
By the time my MIL clarified what had really happened to my husband, two officers had already arrived at her house. My husband tried to explain the situation to them. To say he was mortified is an understatement.
