I was catching up on my Blog of Note reading today and stumbled across this post from a few days ago. It's a poem that I can relate to. In fact, just reading it made me want to smash my cell phone into little pieces... pop over and have a read, and tell me if these people drive you CRAZY.
I personally hate my cell phone. All it really does is provide my family with an instant GPS tracker. Typical conversation...
Hubby: Where are you?
Me: Oh, here and there.
Hubby: And where exactly is that?
Me: Well, currently I'm standing in line for the ladies room.
Hubby: Oh, how's that going?
Me: Great. Do you want to know what's stuck to my shoe?
Hubby: Why would I want to know that?
Me: Forget it. What did you want?
Hubby: Oh, nothing. Just to know when you're coming home.
Hubby: Soon, when?
Me. At five-oh-four exactly. Or a few minutes after that.. I haven't really triangulated my position with the sun completely yet.
Hubby: uh... So when exactly?
Me: Soon. I'm not sure of the exact time. It depends on how long you are going to talk. I really do have to pee you know.
Hubby: Oh. So, you want me to let you go then?
Me: I think that would be best.
Hubby: Will you call me when you get out?
Hubby: So I'll know when you'll be home.\
Me: I"LL BE THERE WHEN I GET THERE. I have no plans, I'm not flying to the moon after work, and as far as I know, aliens will not arrive from outerspace today so I will be home at the same time I get home everyday.
Hubby: Well you don't have to be rude you know.
Me: I HAVE TO PEE!! I'm hanging up now.
Hubby: Okay, okay. Can you pick me up some chips... you know, the cheesy ones?
Me: ....... *click* .... dialtone.
God. How did we ever SURVIVE without cell phones? I would like to smash mine with a hammer. All it represents is the most definite knowledge that I will never be completely alone ever again.
I have to go, my phone is ringing.