"Hey Alissa, this is Mom. Jayson wanted me to call you to let you know that we are okay. (...huh?) I'm sure you weren't worried, but the fires aren't close to us, (...fires?) so we're fine. I also wanted to know how your move went. (*looks online, and sees the scarry google mashup with the whole of Southern California on fire*) So give me a call back, (Oh my god, there are FIRES!! Mom, are you guys ok!??!?) and let me know..."
A couple days ago, my mom called.
Mom: "Hey, I just wanted to make sure you are okay, and the earthquake didn't effect you."
It occurs to me that it would be pretty easy to trick me, for a few minutes at least until I had a chance to go online.
"Hey, Alissa. I know you are still here, but I just thought I'd call and check in and see if any of your friends were taken in the rapture. Anyway, hope you're okay. Give me a call back."
"Hey Alissa, I just wanted to check in on you. Have the alien overlords conquered your area yet? We're fine over here, hail Zaphod. I hope your assimilation goes well."