In a world of email, texts, Tweets, IMs, status updates, and posts, who really needs to use the telephone anymore? With all the different electronic Pony Expresses we have at our fingertips, the telephone is on its way out, slowly fading off into the sunset…
And don't call me Junior!
Some people are natural born phone conversationalists. I am not one of these people. When I was growing up, I was very content with a 2-minute phone call to determine my weekend plans and outings. I didn’t tie up the phone line for hours on end to discuss why Bobby So-And-So shouldn’t date Unnaturally Blonde Barbara…or which member of N*SYNC was the hottest…or who I was takin’ to the box social an’ what I was bringin’ in my hamper an’ why Mistuh Jud Fry was a mean ol’ cantankerous sort of man. Besides, most of my closest friends back then were guys…creatures who are predisposed to loathe any conversation over 3 minutes long (note: I have many male friends nowadays that can handle extended conversation, as long as I wear something shiny to satisfy their A.D.D.).
Planning to wear this to my wedding to keep the groom's attention...
I’ve never been a phone person, so the Internet was a great saving grace for me. I can see what I’m going to say before I hit that little “SEND” button, and prevent myself from saying “Hi Tit on the head” when what I meant to say was “Hit it on the head.” I don’t have that error modification on the telephone.
Miracle on 32nd Street 