I finally found the perfect land line phone. Blue and silver, sleek as a cell with a button to end the conversation, and raised numeric buttons that can’t possibly freeze. It doesn’t have an answering machine; a needless feature as I use phone company voice mail. It’s perfect and much admired, by guests, when I use it to order dinner.
Just when I thought we would have a long relationship; just after the warranty ran out, the battery died, no replacement avaliable. Doesn’t matter anyway as the battery casing broke also.
When did they begin making cell phones so perfectly and land line phones so poorly? I wasn’t going to get a new phone; just check my cell every several hours. and drag out the old corded phone for power failures, but somehow that seemed wrong.
I thought about giving up my land line but I don’t want all my calls coming to my cell. Before the recent primary I was averaging a call every ten minutes during the last days, and three to five an hour in the weeks preceding the election.
Hint to politicians: This could drive a person who always votes into non-voting mode. While I’m on the subject, why did a woman say she was a volunteer for a candidate in the New York City primary when caller ID said “Quebec?” Usually I didn’t answer or hung up, usually the ID said “blocked, ” but I picked up that call and asked the woman that question. She hung up on me. I didn’t like how many messages were left. Is there a sign next to my number that says “call her; she might answer?”
And Ferrar, I’m voting for you because I like you and it’s time for all Democrats to stick together. But campaiging in New York on 9/11? Rude.
I bought a new phone; just one more stupid errand in the endless loop marked errands, and it’s busy charging now. My life; it’s so exciting. I did buy a new industrial type paper shredder. Wait, that is exciting.