I Don't Call Myself

Robi, a coworker and friend confirmed for me that our age is playing catchup. Showing the shortcut from the store to my house, harrowing.
"Give me your phone number in case you lose me."
"Umm... let's see. I don't call myself.... its... uh... 400-400-4000."
Her pause was suspicious, leading me to a test call. "This phone has not been set up for voice messaging yet." What? Her phones on, I see it glowing.
"Robi, are you sure that's the right number?"
Yea... its 400-400-4000."
Trying again... nope... doesn't work.
"YOU SURE? Let me see your phone."
Uh wrong sista... it's, 400-009-1000. Gawd....
Moving from the parking lot, (twenty minutes later) I continue calling, pointing out landmarks. (We need this as we get older) We conquer the five miles without incident, but still I hesitate.

Note to myself; Leave Robi the GPS.
Farkle