Recent phone conversation with a friend:
Me: Hello!
Friend: Why didn't you call me back?
Me: When did you call?
Friend: Over a week ago. I left you a long message congratulating you on finally coming into the modern age?
Me: Huh?
Friend: Your new cell phone dummy!
Me: Oh, that! Thanks! You left a message?
Friend: Yes.
Me: Where?
Friend: On your new cell phone.
Me: When?
Friend: A couple of weeks ago. Right after you sent the e-mail saying you had one. Of course we had to try to several times because apparently it took you a while to figure out how to put your message in your voice mail.
*Short but very uncomfortable silence*
Friend: You didn't get the message did you?
Me: Uh.........no.
Friend: Do you even know how to check your messages yet?
Me: Of course I do!
Friend: When did you figure out how?
Me: (sheepishly) Tuesday. Actually late Tuesday afternoon.
Friend: This Tuesday? As in this week? What 10 year old did you corral to teach you?
Me: He wasn't 10. He's 25 - one of the guys I work with.
Friend: So, he taught you how to check your voice mail?
Me: Yes.
Friend: How many did you accidentally erase?
Me: (sheepishly, again) Only 3.
Friend: Well, that explains why you didn't get my voice mail.
Me: Sorry!
Friend: That's okay. I'll call you again and leave another voice mail.
Me: Okay. Bye.
A few minutes later my cell phone rang.
Me: Hello.
Friend: You're not supposed to answer it.
Me: But it rang!
Friend: I told you I was going to call and leave another voice mail. Now hang up and don't answer the next time it rings.
Me: Okay. Bye.
Cell phone rings again. I obediently don't answer this time.
Five minutes later - after I re-read the instruction book and remember how to check my voice mail - I retrieve her message.
"Stephanie, you're an idiot. But we all love you anyway."
Aw. I have the world's best friends! I'm saving that message!
Me: Hello!
Friend: Why didn't you call me back?
Me: When did you call?
Friend: Over a week ago. I left you a long message congratulating you on finally coming into the modern age?
Me: Huh?
Friend: Your new cell phone dummy!
Me: Oh, that! Thanks! You left a message?
Friend: Yes.
Me: Where?
Friend: On your new cell phone.
Me: When?
Friend: A couple of weeks ago. Right after you sent the e-mail saying you had one. Of course we had to try to several times because apparently it took you a while to figure out how to put your message in your voice mail.
*Short but very uncomfortable silence*
Friend: You didn't get the message did you?
Me: Uh.........no.
Friend: Do you even know how to check your messages yet?
Me: Of course I do!
Friend: When did you figure out how?
Me: (sheepishly) Tuesday. Actually late Tuesday afternoon.
Friend: This Tuesday? As in this week? What 10 year old did you corral to teach you?
Me: He wasn't 10. He's 25 - one of the guys I work with.
Friend: So, he taught you how to check your voice mail?
Me: Yes.
Friend: How many did you accidentally erase?
Me: (sheepishly, again) Only 3.
Friend: Well, that explains why you didn't get my voice mail.
Me: Sorry!
Friend: That's okay. I'll call you again and leave another voice mail.
Me: Okay. Bye.
A few minutes later my cell phone rang.
Me: Hello.
Friend: You're not supposed to answer it.
Me: But it rang!
Friend: I told you I was going to call and leave another voice mail. Now hang up and don't answer the next time it rings.
Me: Okay. Bye.
Cell phone rings again. I obediently don't answer this time.
Five minutes later - after I re-read the instruction book and remember how to check my voice mail - I retrieve her message.
"Stephanie, you're an idiot. But we all love you anyway."
Aw. I have the world's best friends! I'm saving that message!
2 comments:
I too held out for the longest time in getting a cell phone. Finally I broke down so all the fabulous agents clamoring for my latest novel could call me at my day job. Yeah right.
I to ahve to resort to the instructional manual from time to time.
Today I learned another new trick! I now know how to check my e-mail in my personal account too! It only took me about 5 hours to figure it out using the 3 instruction books and going on the internet for further instructions.
I hate asking those young people. They're so condescending!
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