Turns out the best was yet to come. Sort of.
After all the festivities, we were winding down in front of the TV when it happened. I received a text message from a Chicago area code number that I didn’t recognize. Here is all the message contained:
This obviously raised an eyebrow or two. Megan asked who that was and her dad later on asked me “How long have you been in Chicago again?”
I texted back asking who it was and got “Sorry wrong numba” as a reply. It was a brief situation that was somewhat comical but had a lot of potential for backfiring. Megan’s initial question (jokingly) was if I had a love child that I failed to mention to her. Of course I didn’t but it still made for a somewhat awkward few seconds.
I’ve only been away for seven months. It’s not mine I promise.