I’m
wondering how many of you out
there
remember the telephone, not the
cellular
or the smart kind which does
for
you things you used to do manually
on
your own, not the voice-activated
devices
which transmit your communi-
ques
around the world faster than you
can
make it to the bathroom with and
urgent
case of diarrhea? No, not those.
I’m
talking the finger dial-able type which
kept
you tethered to it, entangled with
an
accordion cable which could only be
extended
so far. Ancient enough to
remember
those? We certainly have
come
a long way in this technologically
advanced
age. Even I, an old fashioned,
throwback
guy have moved (albeit ever
so
slightly) into the frenetic, speed of
light,
cyberspace frey. Well, long story
short,
I got a call on my flip-phone the
other
day. I could see it was coming from
some
undisclosed 800-number which made
me
suspicious and hesitant in the first place.
But
curiosity won out and I took the call
anyway.
“Is the man of house available?”
the
voice on the other end began. I knew
right
away where this was going. Granted
with
cell phones today, there are fewer
of
these bothersome solicitation calls than
we
used to get back in the day, Even one
ever
so randomly is still irksome to me.
“Who’s
calling? I asked. “Sir, this is the
So-and-so
with the Fraternal Order of
Police
and…” “Thank you, I’m not inter-
ested,”
I interrupted mid-sentence in his
pitch.
“I’m an ex-con still on probation,”
I
proudly proclaimed. Actually, I have
never
been convicted, nor have I served
any
time in my life, but that fabricated
line
I threw back at the caller was more
in
keeping with the times. (Letting Prince
Albert
out of his can wouldn’t be nearly
as
topical in this modern day and age.)
Anyway,
I hung up before he could get
another
word in edgewise. “Hung up,”
now
there’s a phrase which is still widely
used
even though with a cell-phone one
doesn’t
actually “hang up.” these days.
Chris
Hanch 10-8-18
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