The Future Is Now

...or Friday, more specifically.



9:14 PM

I just got ( what I consider to be ) a state of the art cell phone. The damn thing takes pictures. I can add and subtract on its calculator ( Where were you when I NEEDED you? In high school, where math was as hard to understand as, say, girls. ) I can't figure this $%%# thing out. The other night I was toying around with it. Late. Hours after my 83 year old mother had gone to bed. She's on my " Fave " list. I inadvertantly called her. As the phone " rang " I nearly panicked. She's gonna have some kind of heart attack when she hears her phone ringing at this hour.

I hate telephones. Including the one you just pitched.