Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring...

So I called my parents at work and the phone rings like 30x. It rings so much that I'm disconnected.

I call back.

My dad answers and instead of saying like "Hello, Clothing Care of Simsbury."

He just yells "Hello!" but not like a happy person, more like a loud, angry guy.

Me: Hey Dad.

Dad: Who is this?

Me: It's me. David.

Dad: Who?

Me: Your son.

Dad: Who?

Me: You know your son. David!

Dad: Oh oh. There's a customer here. Why'd you call?

Me: Just to say I made it to California okay.

Dad: California!?!!??!! What are you doing there? I'll get your mom.

Me: Just hangin out.

Mom: Jong Deh (my Korean name. My mom is excited to hear me on the phone).

...

You're staying with your friend... what does he do for a living?... Are your other friends there yet? Have fun... Oh make sure  your friend gets you a girlfriend when you're out there?

...

Funny stuff.

Reminds me of the convos I have with my grandma every time I see her:

Her: Are you still in school?

Me: No, I graduated. You were at my party.

Her: Yeah, that's right. Do you have a job yet?

Me: Yeah, I write for that online music mag I've told you about 15 times.

Her: Oh yeah, but why would I want to look at that? I don't know those bands.

Me: Well, you could look because I write for them, I guess...

Her: Are you married yet? Have a girlfriend?

Me: No.

Her: I'm going to go talk to your cousin and his girlfriend.