My phone rang at work yesterday. When I saw my dad’s number on the screen, I immediately worried. What could cause him to call me in the middle of the work day? It had to be bad news. I braced myself.
“Hello?” I said with trepidation.
“Hi Suz,” my dad said cheerfully. “Nothing’s wrong – don’t worry. I’m calling to let you know that my friend told me that there are no more four letter combinations available for domain names.”
“Oh, OK,” I said. I was not at all sure where this was going, or why it necessitated a call that very second.
“So we looked up the value of your domain name, and it’s worth $44,000!!!”
“Um, I don’t have a four letter domain name,” I noted.
“It’s not cuss?”
“No. It’s cussandotherrants, and even if it was cuss, I wouldn’t sell it because then I would have no domain for my blog.” I felt bad crushing his dreams of instant wealth for me.
“Oh, sorry to bother you then,” my dad said.
“It’s OK,” I said. “You are just looking out for me.”
Thanks, Dad. I know you’ve got my back.