I've been trying to call home...
...for a half an hour and I can't get through. I don't understand it. I could blame my father, he has no easy long distance carrier, he just has one that requires a code and he hasn't given me the code. He's gone out and I have no clue how long he'll stay out. I'd love to scream.
I can't call my number collect because some jack ass had my long distance carrier changed to one that doesn't accept collect calls. I would have never done that because I worry about my kids trying to call. Every time I get an operator on the line to help, they give me the wrong number. I keep getting some guy's answering machine instead of my own. I bet they're getting my credit card number right. I can't even get a refund until I get the bill.
I feel like I'm in the twilight zone here. I used to have these nightmares where I would be trying to call for help to get out of some horrible situation but every time I dialed a number...my finger would slip as I dialed the last number. In that dream, I was always using a rotary phone so it was especially annoying. I have one of those at home...it works except for the bell. I can't here it ring but I can break a nail dialing the phone.
Why no long distance? How could someone do that in this day and age? Maybe Jean doesn't actually have Alzheimer's...maybe she's just really, really annoyed from trying to make a long distance call. I know I am. I could throw stuff around...that's how annoyed I am.
I wish I drank, Jean's got a bottle of scotch that she's working on. I can't even abide the smell of that stuff, I doubt that I would be able to sip it down at all. Ick, ick, ick. Oh! I bet I could email my son...let me try that and then I'll come back to finish this post.
Meg
...for a half an hour and I can't get through. I don't understand it. I could blame my father, he has no easy long distance carrier, he just has one that requires a code and he hasn't given me the code. He's gone out and I have no clue how long he'll stay out. I'd love to scream.
I can't call my number collect because some jack ass had my long distance carrier changed to one that doesn't accept collect calls. I would have never done that because I worry about my kids trying to call. Every time I get an operator on the line to help, they give me the wrong number. I keep getting some guy's answering machine instead of my own. I bet they're getting my credit card number right. I can't even get a refund until I get the bill.
I feel like I'm in the twilight zone here. I used to have these nightmares where I would be trying to call for help to get out of some horrible situation but every time I dialed a number...my finger would slip as I dialed the last number. In that dream, I was always using a rotary phone so it was especially annoying. I have one of those at home...it works except for the bell. I can't here it ring but I can break a nail dialing the phone.
Why no long distance? How could someone do that in this day and age? Maybe Jean doesn't actually have Alzheimer's...maybe she's just really, really annoyed from trying to make a long distance call. I know I am. I could throw stuff around...that's how annoyed I am.
I wish I drank, Jean's got a bottle of scotch that she's working on. I can't even abide the smell of that stuff, I doubt that I would be able to sip it down at all. Ick, ick, ick. Oh! I bet I could email my son...let me try that and then I'll come back to finish this post.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:13 PM
2 Comments:
How could someone not have a cell phone in this day and age?????
Littlewing, let me take some heat off and you go run for help. ROTFLOL.
She has a cell for emergencies but she keeps it safely tucked away at home so no one calls her.
Mine has a ringer control you can turn off the volume completely.
Quick run littlewing run, she's throwing stuff, she's going to write a nasty post with someone's name.
Uncle, Uncle, just teasing Meg, I take it back. ROTFLOL. Meg you bust me up. I'm bad. Technology can be your friend. You could buy one of those phone cards while you're down there.
Scotch is ick, what about bourbon? For my money, smooth Canadian Whiskey is the way to go.
Take care, Meg, I hope that pretty smile is still on your face.
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