Somebody made it home in the storm

Okay, so we're having this blizzard outside. It's 10:30 p.m. The phone rings. I answer it . . .

me: "Hello?"

caller: (in a loud, friendly, happy voice) "Hello!"

me: (thinking - who is this? sounds kind of like my step-mom, but quite unusual for her to call this late. I'm not committing myself by saying her name, but don't want to come off as rude, because whoever it is is being very friendly, so it must be someone I know.)

me: (friendly) "Hi!" (racking my brain, wondering WHO this could be)

caller: (pause) "We're home now!"

me: (longer pause) "O-kaaay. . . " (pause) "I think you might have the wrong number."

caller: "OH! Is this not Esther?"

me: "No. . . but I'm glad you made it home!"