In the middle of the night, I was waken up by a long-distance phone call. From my parents. BY the way, my parents live seven time zones away. So when my cellphone rang at around 12:15 AM Wednesday, it was 6:15 PM Tuesday (they have Daylight Saving Time) at their place. I was already sleeping in bed.
That was just the beginning...
Our car had a busted light. Never happened to me before. Never owned a car before. When my Dad was still here, living with us, he used to take care of all the car maintenance. Our car was Toyota-manufactured, and I never saw him go and get parts other than Toyota originals. Well, when the light busted, I called Toyota and learned that they don't have a spare, that they would order it first from Japan. When my parents learned of this, they went mad and said that I wasn't using my common sense, that I should have looked for the bulb from other places, generic ones. And the phone call was 15 minutes of ranting, saying that all I know is theory and no practice. That I live by the book.
How could I function as they expected?
I live my life based on my past experiences. I learn from the past. If there is a precedent, then I might have done it, but if there isn't then I most probably won't. Since I never saw my Dad get parts and supplies from shops other than Toyota, I never thought that I could get one now. But they expected it from me as if it was the rational thing. They expected me to be superhuman, discerning everything, omnipotent, omniscient.
So there, a good night's sleep ruined by a fifteen-minute phone call. So now I'm awake again, I'll wait till the office hours commence, and I'll gonna make some phone calls of my own.