About a month back I was driving around the northern suburbs of Atlanta on my way to pick up some homebrew supplies and restock my beer fridge when I turned on my cell phone to call K and ask her a question. My dialing was interrupted by a voice mail notification, so I checked my voice mail to see if I needed to return any calls. There was one from Julie, an occasional, but prolific commenter here, about getting tickets to the Kids in the Hall show. That was great; I had e-mailed her earlier about getting tickets together so we could sit in the same area. The problem was that the message was at least a month old.
This is not that strange. I've maybe used my phone three times this year and it's typically sitting uncharged on top of the microwave in the kitchen. I only even think about taking it with me when I know I'll be driving alone (like that weekend when I found Julie's musty message). I've considered dumping the thing for a pay as you go phone because one block of minutes would probably last me three years and I'd save a ton of money, but K and I have a family plan and tap into the same pool of minutes. Still, we don't go a whole of lot places separately. We only have one working vehicle and work about 200-300 yards from each other and the phones don't work in the house, so I know she's not using a lot of minutes either.
But all of that is irrelevant to any of you. Just know that if you have my cell number, don't bother using it unless I told you before I headed out that I was taking it with me. And don't bother leaving me a message. It's likely to end up sitting unchecked for weeks. If you don't have my cell phone, none of this mattered to you anyway.
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I could probably do without a phone myself. I do keep mine on, though, mainly for calls from Meaghan to see what we want to do for lunch and whether we want to meet at the gym after work.
I started to leave my comment as a voicemail on your cell phone, but that would have only been funny for me.
I disagree, Chris. I think we should all leave our comments as voicemail to Jacob, and then just post that we left him a voicemail.
Sorry, Jacob. You missed a hella funny show. I did try to reach you. Unfortunatley, I don't have much luck on the home line, either.
At least I check my answering machine at home daily.
And, Julie. I don't blame you. You did try to contact me, but I was also wondering why I never got a response to my e-mail a couple of weeks after I e-mailed you. Then I got the message a few weeks later and said, "Oh, that's why."
Maybe if you didn't lay your phone on the microwave, it would function properly. Got to watch out for those radioactive waves!
Meaghan: The phone works fine. I think it's the fact that I don't use it that makes it a poor communicating tool for me.
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