The first time I ever received a phone call from Craig was in the eighth grade. It was about 0900 on a Saturday when my phone rang. NOBODY called me back in middle school, a point my mother made when I reached for my cell.
I answered and there was a loud, “Good morning, sunshine,” that everyone at the breakfast table heard.
I hang up the phone and all of the broskis started in.
“Ooooh~ Jecca’s got a boyfriend!”
“I’m gonna beat that fucker’s ass!”
“Does he call you like that every morning?”
“GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE?! MORE LIKE GOOD MORNING, DEATH!”
Craig will never know how much chaos and embarrassment he caused that morning. It’s been over a decade and I still remember that shit.
We Skype every week now.