Nov 17, 2009
When I woke up this morning, I discovered that our internet service was on the Fritz. How did we ever survive without the internet? My god, I had to read the analog newspaper.
Oh, and by the way, the Hell with health care reform, we have bigger fish to fry.
Specifically, I need some kid of federal, state or local regulation making it illegal for Some Guy Named Bob to own a cellphone, or at least one that makes outgoing calls. Maybe he can have 9-1-1 calling, but that's it.
Sunday afternoon, I happened to check my phone and was surprised to see that I had a voice message. It was from Some Guy Named Bob, asking me to call him as soon as possible. I called him back and got his voice mail, so I left him a message to call me back.
About five minutes later, I had another voice mail from him. Apparently he replied to my message, rather than calling. I called again and got his voice mail...again.
A few minutes later he called me again. He wanted to tell me that The Seafood King was going out of town and couldn't make golf Thursday. Did I want to play anyway?
I told him that my friend's mom died and that the funeral is Thursday, so I was probably not going to make golf anyway.
Maybe five minutes later he called back and asked if I could change my day off from Thursday to Friday, so that I could play golf Friday.
"Uh, funeral on Thursday, Bob."
When I went to lunch today, I had a voice mail from Some Guy Named Bob, telling me to call as soon as possible so that he could ask me something. I called him.
"We're you playing golf on Thursday?"
"No."
"Is there anyway you can change you day off to Friday? Dr. Bealer is getting off a half day and we are playing Friday afternoon." (Dr. Bealer is another of his friends.)
I can't change my day off, Bob."
"Did the Seafood King leave yet?"
"Not until Thursday."
"Okay, I guess he can't play."
"Nope."
"Uh, see you the following Thursday."
"Thanksgiving, Bob."
"Okay then, I'll call you."
"Okay."
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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7 comments:
I still get a little freaked out when I walk through a grocery store and it would seem everyone is talking to himself. They can't even buy their produce without having a conversation about something entirely different with someone who isn't even there. Is multi-tasking in a grocery store really so necessary?
You are my hero, but Some Bob is a close second...
Some Guy Named Bob is play golf Thanksgiving morning, I can feel it in me bones. Ya know, 9 or 10 o'clock tee time + 4/5 hours...home in time for some much needed turkey, dressing and potatoes.
Cell phones are the fad that won't go away.
yeah cellphones means innovation
I bet he WILL call you, too -- over and over again!
Here's the one I love - when someone gives me a cell number to call. I call and they answer.
Me: I have an opening at 2 pm on Friday. Will that work for you?
Them: Oh, I'm sorry Reya but I can't really talk right now. I'm (choose one) in a meeting or late for a meeting or driving.
Why do they answer their phones if they can't actually talk? Please explain.
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