November 6,
2006
I Hung Up
on the President’s Mother
I did a bad
thing recently.
It was around five on a Friday afternoon and the telephone at the house
jangled. I was on a ladder painting a wall in the basement and I jumped
down and raced to the phone.
“Hello,” the voice on the other end of the line said. “This is Barbara
Bush
and . . .”
That’s when I hung up on her. I immediately regretted it.
I mean, there she was — the mother of the president — and she was
calling me and I slammed down the receiver before she had a chance to
say much of anything.
The first thing that came to my mind was what my mother would have
thought if she knew I’d done that.
Mom raised me to be honest, caring and respectful to everybody, which I
assume included the mothers of U.S. presidents. If I had a dime for
every time she told me “Robby, always respect your elders, priests and
police officers,” I’d be driving a BMW now.
And even though Mom never actually came right out and said, “Above all,
be polite to Eleanor Roosevelt if she ever calls you at home.” I have to
assume she would have wanted me to be that way.
My only defense in hanging up on the president’s mother was that I was
very busy at the time of Barb’s . . . I mean her call . . . but that
excuse would never fly with Mom.
Immediately after I hung up the phone, I decided it was probably just a
recorded message from Mrs. Bush urging me to vote on Election Day. But
as I resumed my painting, I got to thinking that maybe it wasn’t a
recording at all, but a real call, and the first thing to come to my
mind was what if she tells her son about my rudeness and he reports me
to the Secret Service?
I can just see it now. The Bushes are spending a quiet evening at home
watching "Wheel of Fortune" with other family members when the president
asks “So how was your day, Mom?”
“Real nice, George, except for when I called Bob Batz in Brookville,
Ohio and he hung up on me,” she replies. An hour later, 11 heavily armed
Secret Service agents are flying out of Washington.
I’ve spent two weeks trying to come up with a way to atone for my snub
of Mrs. Bush.
“Why don’t you send flowers?” a co-worker suggested.
Another wrote a little poem and told me to send it to her. It goes like
this:
“Roses are
red,
Violets
blue.
I’m really, really sorry
For hanging up on you.”
I finally decided I’ll just write a simple and sincere note apologizing
for my actions
I’ll begin my note with "Please accept my apologies for the rudeness I
displayed when you called.” I’ll end it with “My name is Bob Batz, and I
approve of this message.”
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