I think it’s time to say a word or two about butt dialing.
When I listened to the eight messages on my cellphone, six turned out to be butt dials. True! I found that astonishing.
My old flip phone is bullet-proof, so I never have that problem. If I had one of the new smart phones and sat on it, I think it would send out an SOS.
Not that fannies are the only aggressors. There must be 60 ways to bemuse your lover.
Once, when our phone rang at 6 AM, I answered and heard my daughter-in-law singing in the background. She had no idea she’d phoned. I called her name, then simply listened for several minutes before I felt guilty about eavesdropping and ended the unintentional call. She was on her way to her job as a school administrator. That little peek into her world… the fact that she could, at such an early hour, face the challenges of the day ahead and still begin it in song, put me in a cheery mood all day.
Dearly Beloved, still learning the ins and outs of his new iPhone, has butt dialed me twice. I couldn’t figure out what was happening because I could hear him talking to someone else. If his bottom has already learned conference calling, I AM impressed!
This week we’ve been receiving so many political robo-calls that even butt calls might be less annoying. Or maybe they’re the same thing. The robo-calls that are in the middle of a cycle when I answer irk me the most because I have to listen longer. I like to know who I’m hanging up on.
Maybe butt-dialed calls aren’t that big a deal… but if I start getting Tush Texts, I want to be taken off Speed Dial!
Remember that Tuesday is Election Day, so get off YOURS and GO VOTE!!!