Ah, I remember the good old days. When I was young, and life was easy.
I remember when winters were cold and flashes weren’t so hot.
The good old days.
When the telephone hung on the wall. And stayed there. You could talk all you wanted, but when the conversation was over, you hung the damn thing up and you walked away.
In those beautiful, carefree days, you could go entire hours without touching a phone.
I miss that.
You see, I learned this week that I have become a total slave to that infernal device known as the “cell phone”. I found this out because mine unexpectedly had a massive heart attack and died.
At first I was unfazed by my phone-free state. I only used the damn thing to talk to people or to text once in a while. My old phone didn’t surf the net, take pictures or have a GPS. I didn’t think I’d even miss it!
But as the afternoon wore on, I started to worry. Wouldn’t you know, that was the day my Mom got sick and needed to go back to her doctor for a check of her pneumonia. My brothers with their smartphones were in constant contact with each other as they organized our usual overreacting posse of helpers. My sisters both work all day at computers, so they were able to madly email each other every five minutes to coordinate who would be where when.
I, on the other hand, was busy teaching a bunch of kids about important things like decimal points, and I couldn’t stay at the computer. There was no magic device in my pocket to buzz every time someone wanted to update me on something.
So I worried.
That night it got even worse. Even though I knew that Mom was doing fine, and was safe at home and taking new medications, I wasn’t able to relax. We were having a nice little late afternoon ice/snow storm, and I had to slip and slide my way home.
And I had NO PHONE! Gasp! What if I had slid off the road?! How could I immediately call for help? And how would I know if my kids were all safe as they drove around? They couldn’t call me! And what if Paul was late because of the weather?
It hit me like a ton of bricks: I was out of touch! My heart began to race and I fought back pure panic.
Finally, I made it home, and lit a roaring fire in the old wood stove. I went upstairs to start dinner, nervously eyeing the clock to check for Paul’s safe arrival. As I bustled around, trying to stay busy, my mind wandered (as it often does) to possible disaster. What if the stove malfunctioned and there was a fire? I froze.
We. Don’t. Have. A. Land. Line.
GASP! I couldn’t call the fire department!!!
Paul finally made it safely home, with his beautiful, dependable working cell phone, and I immediately checked on all the kids and called my Mother. All was well. Sort of.
I tossed and turned all night, worried about the fact that it was snowing again, and if school was cancelled I was supposed to find out by getting a robo call from the district. On my cell phone. Which was dead.
Somehow at 3 AM it didn’t even occur to me that I could just turn on TV for the school closings list. Like we used to do in the distant past. Ten years ago.
Anyway, I broke down after all that. I accepted the fact that I am a slave to technology, that the genii cannot be put back in the bottle, and that I will never again be able to drive on a highway without the safety of an instant 911 call right there in my purse.
I bought myself a “go phone” and a prepaid card good for 250 minutes of chat and unlimited texting. Cool.
Today, at lunch time, I made my first actual call on my new phone. I called a local restaurant and asked about making a dinner reservation for the weekend. Then I pushed the button that I thought would end the call, put the phone in my purse and the purse in my desk drawer. Done.
Four hours later, I took the phone out as I got ready to go home. “Huh”, I said. “What’s this?” The little screen was showing the number of the restaurant, and the words “call holding”, and the time. 4 hours and 11 minutes. Wonder what that means?
I saw that I had a voice mail, too, so I checked it. Can you imagine my shock when I heard this?
“This is the “Old Place Restaurant” (name changed to protect the innocent), and we need to speak to an adult at this number! Some children at this number have been making prank calls to our restaurant every 15 minutes for the past 4 hours! Please call immediately and ask for Terry.”
Gulp. So I called. Asked for Terry, prepared to apologize profusely. But as soon as I identified myself as the owner of the guilty phone number, I was informed that “The police are on the other line!!” WHAT?!
I spent the next ten minutes trying to convince Terry and the local cops that the calls were not in fact made by a group of young hooligans, but instead were placed by a cell phone with buttons that weren’t clearly marked!
“See, I thought the little dash thingy meant, like, hang up. I never heard of a little dash thingy meaning keep calling this number forever.”
“But we heard children! They were loud!”
“Um. We were reenacting the Battle of Lexington Green. Its fifth grade.”
Finally, finally I convinced them that I’m not a phone criminal. I am just an old lady who really, really misses the phone hanging on the wall.
And who now needs to go purchase another 250 minutes.
18 thoughts on “Jeez, I miss the past.”
Well said…I think many of us echo your sentiments. 🙂
I need to become Amish!! Can you believe the police were called?! What a hilarious image…..the cops trying to figure out why a bunch of kids were yelling “To Arms!”
That is the best cell phone story I’ve ever heard.
When I first got my cell phone we had just moved from Switzerland/France. My phone kept calling long distance to Europe. It was tres cher…
Oh, man….! France!
I just can’t believe that every cell phone is so different from the one before it! I really did think that little dash thingy meant “all done”!
They do that to mess with our minds.
I’m sure it wasn’t fun to go through, but makes a great story and a terrific read. It is impossible to disconnect when everyone else is connected, and we’ve all gotten addicted to the peace of mind that comes with carrying our phones everywhere. I look back to the black rotary phone of my childhood (TA( for Talbot)5-4973) and wonder how we survived.
I know! I actually asked my Mother, “How could you stand it when you weren’t in constant contact with all of us?” She just smiled.
Makes me understand why my boys keep letting their phone charges run out….keeps me away for a while!
Having not grown up with all this stuff, it’s been very hard for me to adjust. The constant pressure to check in and respond immediately is really annoying.
You’re so right! I keep trying to resist the lure of all this technology. Yet here I am on WordPress again, a minute after checking Facebook.
I gave up on Facebook. Too many people telling me what they had for lunch.
Omg I would have been horrified but this is also hysterical too! The very item that is suppose to make your life that much easier has caused you so much stress! Yes and how did people get it all arranged all those years ago before cellphones and computers somehow they did way back when too! Hope your Mom is feeling better!
Jean, I thought of you when it happened, because I was dying to describe it to you! Hilarious…..! I still get red faced just thinking about it!
I am just too old for this crap….why would they even make a phone that can keep calling back forever?
That is THE BEST! All those kids got to do a phone prank! A good old fashioned phone prank! 🙂
That laughed all day after I told them what happened!
Loved this! Cell phones are a blessing and a curse. Did you use up most of your minutes on the redial?
Well, um…it was pretty funny to go back to ATT and tell them that I used 225 of my 250 minutes in ONE DAY. On the other hand, my class thought it was the funniest story ever……