Late this morning, 2.0 called me from his job site.
2.0: Hi, honey! How are you?
movita: Fine. You?
2.0: Good. Um… what are you doing?
movita: Editing some photos.
2.0: So… you’re okay?
movita: Sure. Are you okay?
2.0: Yah. It’s just… I guess there’s some guy running around our neighbourhood with guns.
movita: (assuming this is one of 2.0’s standard stories) Uh huh.
2.0: You have the doors locked?
movita: Sure, honey.
2.0: (his voice sounds weird) So… you haven’t seen the news?
movita: No, why?
2.0: PEOPLE AT WORK TOLD ME THAT THERE’S A MAN DRESSED IN CAMO CARRYING RIFLES IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD. THE POLICE ARE EVERYWHERE!
movita: Wait. You’re serious?
2.0: Yes! So keep the doors locked.
movita: Okay. I’ll check after I hang up.
2.0: You haven’t seen anything though, right?
movita: No, nothing.
2.0: Okay! See you later!
I hang up the phone, and check that the doors and windows are locked. Then I check the interwebs and find out that there was, indeed, a dude wearing camouflage armed with some vicious looking rifles in the hood. Eventually, he gave himself up to police, and had been taken into custody about an hour before 2.0 called. And the rifles, though very realistic looking, were air rifles. Which I assume means only the air was in danger.
A few moments later, 2.0 arrives at the house.
2.0: I’ve gotta pack a bag. I have to go away for work again. But I thought I’d stop by for lunch before hitting the road.
movita: I can heat up some leftovers for you. (heading for the kitchen) They’ve got that guy in custody. Everything’s fine now.
2.0: Yah, I figured you’d call back right away if something was wrong. You’re good at checking stuff out.
movita: Wait. Your phone call… were you just calling to find out if it was safe to come home for lunch? Were you even worried about me? Or were you just TRYING TO PROTECT YOUR CURRY?
movita: It’s a good thing you’re leaving town.