Communication breakdown – foto Smith
Minus the title, I got this text today:
Wrong # Text
Wayne Say
Hello OK
You Please
Come Now My
House..Your
Key No Fit
Mailbox Wow
Dan Lie Me
Why?OK
— Smith, 10.3.2012
I don’t reply to wrong number texts but replied *Wrong Number* this time so the sender wouldn’t be waiting for whomever he meant to send.
For a year after I got my dumb fone [it has no camera, no internet, no big fone bill] I got many messages for a Michael . . . as near as I could tell from the texts, he was probably a drug dealer.
After Michael’s calls stopped coming, I received a couple angry texts demanding I *come down right now and open the door bitch* which needless to say didn’t happen. I wonder if he ever got in; hope not for her sake.
Lately there’s been a few of Wayne’s oddly phrased texts and some calls wondering if I’m Wal-Mart, Target, and Walgreens. I should tell them yes, that we have a sale on my memoir.
The most irritating is a once a month pre-recorded call from a chirpy female android demanding I press #1 now to update my free Google number. Gotten at least 12 of those, all unwanted, all unpressed. May they stick their request up their flux flow.
I basically use my cell fone as a pocket watch . . . and to keep connected with my wife. Don’t like to talk on the fone, don’t like to be interrupted by the fone. Don’t like chit chat cuz that’s not where it’s at. I like land line fones because they stay in one place and I get to leave, but it’s been six years since I had one.
But I do appreciate today’s free found poem . . . usually I have to go find them, but this one found me; of course it had its price — I was drifting wondrously half-asleep in my hot bath when the ring shattered it all.
Target – foto Smith
lol.. This post made me laugh… I have a love-hate relationship with my cellphone. I have it and appreciate it for it’s convenience but dislike that that convenience comes at the cost of people expecting an instant response to everything. I like to not be able to be reached sometimes. And do not feel an obligation to drop something I’m doing to respond instantly to someone else. About something that 9 times out of 10 is not important. I do however appreciate that it helps me stay connected to my son because we text several times a day. And that is unobtrusive and can be responded to when convenient… so in some ways I find texting a better option. My son, Ryan , who is also not much of a phone talker prefers to text.. so it keeps me up to date with what he does. I will miss that when he heads to Afghanistan beginning of November… it will be very quite not hearing from him daily.
I have a landline phone still at home but it seems mostly telemarketers call or currently every political pollster in existence. I’ve kept it because hubby cannot understand the use of a cell phone but he is now rapidly not being able to understand the landline either… he hangs up on most people who call now including me. So now the cell phone is my primary phone.
I have had a few instances of rogue calls on my cell… a few have been telemarketing ads… but the most annoying have been the several I’d gotten from an unknown person that included photos. The photos have all been of a man’s private parts dressed in various attire. ( such as a turkey hat and a corn cob pipe… or some ones scrotum shaped as a heart for Valentine’s Day.) sigh….
And they appear to arrive seasonally. In a sort of way these half dozen texts with photos have been humorous but I in no way wish to respond to them because then for sure they know there is a live body at the other end. I’ve not gotten any now in several months.. thank goodness.