I was driving home from Target a little while ago, and I passed by the neighborhood where Busy Girl is spending the night.
I couldn't help but notice the 3 fire engines and an ambulance with lights on parked in the immediate vicinity of the house where she's staying.
I'm observant like that.
So, I turned into the neighborhood, and because of the layout of the houses, it was still a little unclear what was going on and where until I got closer.
So, I called Busy Girl.
Me: "What's going on?"
Busy Girl: "What?"
Me: "The emergency vehicles surrounding your location."
Busy Girl: "Huh?"
Me: 'Look out the window."
Busy Girl: "Oh. What is it?"
Me: "That would be why I'm calling you."
Busy Girl: "Where are you? Why are you looking?"
Me: "I was coming back from Target and I could help notice the lights and sirens, so I thought I'd see if you were, you know...alive and whatnot."
Busy Girl: "But, where are you?"
Me: "I was driving down your street, but I had to turn into the driveway since there was a car behind me. Is everything OK there?"
Busy Girl: "Wait, you're here?"
Me: "Yes, I'm sitting in the driveway, getting ready to back out."
Busy Girl: "Gawd, can you just go now?"
I possess mad teenager-embarrassing skillz I didn't even know I had.
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