
Nowadays we can have private conversations without anyone even knowing we are conversing. Texting is almost like working undercover. Click click click - send. You could be relaying highly confidential information or you could be googling the origin of the word "nosey parker". And when someone uses a headset or bluetooth the only way you know they're talking is when they adopt that glassy eyed non-focusing stare. People talk at times when silence was expected - church, in the car, walking down the street. It seems if someone ISN'T on the phone, they're not doing anything of importance.
Bill was always a big phone guy. When portable phones were first introduced he managed to procure one of those suitcase phones for travel. It was actually another piece of luggage. Very high tech. He loved it. I can't begin to count the number of phones he has had during our married life. It's his life line.
He often jokes that he calls me so much that there is no way that he could be having an affair... that is unless his lover his highly tolerant of his checking in with his wife 10 times a day. He gets right to the point on his calls and sometimes starts his conversations with the words :BULLET POINTS and then he'll list his news items. Many nights he'll call me successive times:
Call 1 he's packing up at the office;
Call 2 he's walking to the car;
Call 3 he's in the car; and Call 4 he's almost home... do I need anything?
By the 4th call he usually detects my exasperation because my initial cheery "Hello" (we have caller ID) has changed to a surly "WHAT?"
But as my mother says, I''ll miss it when it ends. And I won't have a party line to get my fix of the news of the day.
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