How You Like Them Apples?

So I've been in NY for the last week, and the other night was having dinner with friends. My cell phone rang during dinner, and I normally wouldn't answer (how RUDE), except it was Grandma.

"Hi Grandma."
"Hi Libby! How are you?"
"I'm good. What's going on?" (The girls at the table are looking at me quizzically.)
"Libby, will you please tell me your mom and dad's phone number?"
"Sure Grandma, it's 111-111-1111."
"Oh thank you! And while I have you on the phone, what's your number, sweet girl?" (facial expression)
"It's 111-111-1111."
"Oh thank you! Well, I'm doing really well, Libby. I have my house, and my three big dogs and I have my car and I can go anywhere I want whenever I want and I'm really, really happy! I am NOT going to Oklahoma."
"OK, Grandma. I'm glad you're happy."
"Well, call me sometime, Sweetheart! We never talk anymore!"
"OK, I will, Grandma. I love you!"
"I love you too. Bye bye."

Grandma writes down phone numbers all the time. Scraps of paper litter her kitchen with phone numbers she's written over and over and over again. $20 says my parents' 15-year-old number is on about 47 little scraps of paper very near her phone. Now, how she got my 4-month-old cell phone number is a mystery.

She seems to have forgotten I was just there a week ago, and that I will be back in a few days.

That night, she called my parents no less than 9 times. They answered the first two, but the last 7, which went up until 4 a.m., weren't answered because the phone was unplugged.

Oy vey.