Jan 05 2002
Phone call
I hate having a phone. Have you ever seen the Calvin & Hobbes cartoon where Calvin asks his father why they don’t have a computer, so they could connect to the net and be in touch with the whole world? Calvin’s Dad replies, “Because it’s bad enough we have a phone.” That pretty much sums up how I feel about it, especially today.
I was awake, but not really functional, when the phone rang this morning. I ran to answer it in my bare feet, which got caught in the cable of the headphones (Rufus is thoughtful enough to use headphones when watching TV after I fall asleep), so I smashed onto my knees and squashed the hand with which I had foolishly tried to break the fall. I know from personal experience that I am going to have giant lumpy bruises from knee to ankle for about a month now, so it’s a good thing that I keep them covered at all times anyway for aesthetic reasons. But damn, they hurt!
Mark Twain was right: phones are time-saving, profanity-inducing devices. Damn you, Alexander Graham Bell!
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