The Scene: Harried working mom on her way home after a 12+ hour day, about an hour longer than she planned with. The mom is wrought with guilt, feeling the pressure of months of a heavy work load. She is concerned that her family is starting to get sick of it. At the same time, said Mom is kinda tickled over her new iPhone, and is fussing with it in the backseat of the taxicab when she receives a text from her daughter:
E: When are you coming home?
M: I should be there by 7:30. Why?
E: I just wanted to know.
M: Are you mad?
M: Sorry that I’m running late. It was a busy day.
E: It’s okay.
M: Are you sure?
E: MOM! I’m watching Heroes! Stop texting me!
M: So, here I am, feeling guilty that you’re missing me because I’m working too much, and in reality, you just want me to stay gone long enough for you to finish your television show?
E: That about sums it up. Now can you stop texting me?