Me: How's your day?
Friend: Not so good actually.
Me: On no, what's gone tits-up?
Friend: My girlfriend has to have a breast biopsy.
small silence
Me: Um, awful. Hope it comes back clear. [very quietly] sorry about the tits-up thing
SIGH.
End of conversation with girlfriend, had possibly consumed a few wines...
Me: So I'll call or email or something before I arrive
Wend: Great, looking forward to it
Me: Okay, love you, bye.
startled silence during which I try to decide if I should own the accidental love you, explain that I'm drunk and its my usual sign-off for Hubs, or just hang up
Wend: Ur, bye.
Phone goes dead.
SIGH.
