Everyday Dose Of Reality
I understand, really I do, in this day and age the use of a cellphone. Often half way to wherever it is Macgyver and I are heading I inevitably ask if he has a the cellphone. Should be mentioned that I haven’t used and can’t use a cellphone. The things just do not like me. I am more concerned that if something happens to one of our children at school, we can be reached. Which is where I think the use of a cellphone SHOULD be defined, emergency use only. Only void prior statement if the cellphone is your main residential phone. Completely understand a cellphone contract and area coverage may in fact be better than the land line offered to you. I am also one of those such individuals. My land line more than bites the big one. On occasion I have often wondered is there some poor defiled furry bunny tied on a leash attached to a tree running back and forth generating some cave-bunny telephone service.
Alas, we still have a land line at our home and have not given into the clutches of a cellphone contract. I have never owned a new built home or brand spanking new car, therefore I have never had a contract or “monthly” car payment. Maybe that is why the word cellphone contract makes my butt tighten and my left eye squint. From my understanding, they make what is called a “hands free” system thingy. I really don’t know the ins and outs of the cellphone world nor do I want too. Let’s face it I am about at my brain capacity and too much more needless info might just rupture the poor thing and then where would we be? I am pretty sure this hands free system, as far as what I have gathered from Macgyver’s explanation, is a plug in unit you can set your phone on. I am one of those poor women married to a techie, yes you should all sigh a big “aw” for me. Electronics hate me with a passion! They blow up, shut down, stop working dead in their tracks and have even started smoking.
I once went to a job interview for GM, yep General Motors and had to take a typing test. After 6 keyboards and a herd of mice they asked me to leave. There was smoking, popping and the lights in the building looked as if we were in Studio 54 in the 70’s. Get Down On It! So when Macgyver goes down the road of techie talk at me, he pretty much sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher. Whaw-whaa-whaw. I understand about half of what he has said over the years, and I fear that if I continue to listen, the half I do know will become questionable.
Back to cellphones. I live in a state that is a hands free state. Meaning GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF YOUR PHONE WHILE DRIVING! It is the state law here in Minnesota, as well as, many other states. Let me clarify for those that are talking on the cellphone while driving down the road. Hands free does NOT mean take both hands off the wheel, holding a phone in one while hand talking with the other. If you have to be on the phone pull off the road. You do not drive as well as you think you do…trust me.