The following phone call was overheard in a park. The woman on the phone was in her late 20s, holding a latte. She paced as she spoke. From context clues, it appeared she was having a conversation with her sister.
“I feel like you only shared your phone location with me to make me feel guilty about being a bad granddaughter. Every time I look at your location, it’s like, oh, Emily’s at Grandma’s bank, she must be depositing her check. Emilys at Hobby Lobby with Grandma, picking up some more yarn. OH, Emily’s at the ER, Grandma must have had another accident…
What do you mean, I’m not supposed to be looking at your location? Why did you share it?”
“In case you’re kidnapped? When would you have time to be kidnapped? You’re always with Grandma!”