Thursday, June 2, 2011

Sure, It's Easy to Mock the Elderly

For the last two days, I have forgotten the phone number to call in to listen to my voice mail on my landline. It's not listed in directory assistance (does that make sense?), I was always too lazy to program it in to speed dial and I did not have it written down anywhere; I had always relied on my hand remembering how to dial it, but on Tuesday night suddenly my hand rebelled. Stupid hand. I knew it had something to do with a 3, a 4, and a bunch zeroes so I kept trying different combinations. Turns out the receptionist at some law firm with a number very close to Voicemail Central was very nice; certainly nicer than I would have been when I stumbled across her three times in ten minutes. Eventually, I would give up and sullenly go back to looking at pictures of attractive young men. Sample provided.


And then, a few minutes ago, the fog lifted and suddenly I remembered the number, effortlessly. I called in and found out I had four messages waiting, only one of which I was actually interested in. I don't even know why I have a phone.

7 comments:

  1. Your hand was most likely exhausted from "looking at pictures of attractive young men".....
    Keep the phone, there are happy calls a'coming
    &
    Write down the number dear.

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  2. the handset of your phone can be used to beat jehovah's witnesses about the head and shoulders. kabuki canned the landline on the last move, and it has been a pain in the ass going without. damned if you do...

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  3. Attractive young man surfing is much more interesting than checking message bank... Prioritize I say...

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  4. Hire the young man in the photo as your personal assistant and he can take your calls.

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  5. This blog is totally gay. Well done. But hey fellah, don't get the wrong idea.

    Best.

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  6. Same thing happened to my with my cash card pin number.. when the fog lifted I raced to the ATM and withdrew lots of money just in case it were to happen again.

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