Since I’m starting to fall in love with you from afar, I’m hoping that when you get the network problem call at the ballpark, you answer and say, “Listen, I’m in the stands right now. Gimme your number, and I’ll walk up to the concourse and call you back in two secs.”
Please tell me this is true. I want my unattainable and unrequited lust to be pure.
I’m with ya, Ike. I hate phones. Passionately. I seldom make calls and I ain’t crazy about taking calls, either. At one not to distant point in my life, I answered phones for a living for a year and a half (computer hell-p-desk) and you couldn’t pay me to answer the phone when I got home. However, my hubby is a telephone junkie! Talk about your mixed marriages!
Passed two cell phone psychopaths while driving today in town. The first was a guy in his car, pulled fully out into an intersection in park, chatting obliviously on his cell phone. The second was a gal walking down the sidewalk talking in TWO CELL PHONES AT ONCE - one by each ear!! I mean, I know it’s gotta take real skill to do that and not lose track of one of the conversations in favor of another, but yeesh…