Is It A Boy, Or A Girl?
This bit of information is, of course, not for me. Neither I, nor any friends of the female persuasion, are expecting to increase, multiply and do our part to fill the earth. At least, not as far as I know; check here monthly.
Some people want to know if the bun in the oven is a pink or a blue; others are content to wait until baby pops out and they can then examine the fun parts to see.
An increasing number of people want to know who’s calling before they pick up the phone. Kind of stretching the analogy here, but I wonder how much. Do you want to be surprised, as I am? Of course, I don’t have a choice, as Caller ID is not available at my place. If it were, I wonder if I would want it.
There is a fascination with being surprised. Is it a friend you haven’t heard from in a while? Or a person you don’t care for? If the former, you can settle down for a nice chat; if the latter, then you have the challenge of trying to dump the person after a few minutes.
“Oh! I wonder who this can be?” we say, as we run to the phone. It’s like opening a standard-shaped box at Christmas. Is it something we asked for? A surprise? Or just a bunch of socks, a knit hat and three snot rags?
But with Caller ID, it’s like wrapping a bike; there’s no suspense.
Some people want to know if the bun in the oven is a pink or a blue; others are content to wait until baby pops out and they can then examine the fun parts to see.
An increasing number of people want to know who’s calling before they pick up the phone. Kind of stretching the analogy here, but I wonder how much. Do you want to be surprised, as I am? Of course, I don’t have a choice, as Caller ID is not available at my place. If it were, I wonder if I would want it.
There is a fascination with being surprised. Is it a friend you haven’t heard from in a while? Or a person you don’t care for? If the former, you can settle down for a nice chat; if the latter, then you have the challenge of trying to dump the person after a few minutes.
“Oh! I wonder who this can be?” we say, as we run to the phone. It’s like opening a standard-shaped box at Christmas. Is it something we asked for? A surprise? Or just a bunch of socks, a knit hat and three snot rags?
But with Caller ID, it’s like wrapping a bike; there’s no suspense.
posted by Tom Carten at 12:11 PM
2 Comments:
I do not have one. What I d ohave tho, is a snappy bunch of lines for telemarketers. Also many years ago our middle numbers were ''35'' and there is a bar over inthe enxt town whose number isexactly the oposite, ''53''. The phone would ring after midnight usually, and usually it was a female looking for her husband or boyfriend.
''Hello''
''Am I at Le Voilier''
''Yes''
''Is so-and-so there?''
''He just left.''
OR.........
''He says that he's not here.''
As the old CW song said,
''Tell ol' 'I ain't here' he'd better git on home..
CJV
I forgot.....I hate to proofread
LOL......CJV
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