Remember when we used to answer the phone - even when we didn't know who it was?!??

Kitchen phone, but in white

I know, right?  I remember it well.  If we had had caller ID when I was in high school I never would have gotten my own phone (with my own number!!) in my bedroom if my mom could have looked at a display and been able to see it was for me. 

Remember running for the phone hoping it was for you, but even if it wasn't you still wanted to know who was calling?

Remember buying an extra long cord so you could pull the phone into a place of privacy and maybe even close a door?

Phone that was in my Mom's bedroom.

What about wanting to make a call and pacing because someone else was on the phone and not getting off any time soon?

Or finally getting to make your call and getting a busy single?  Or the very worst .. running to get the phone and just as you pick it up - they hang up?

THE phone in my bedroom.

No caller ID

No answering machine.

No voicemail.

The eternal mystery.

And I never even dreamed of having a phone to carry in my purse that worked without a cord that could take messages and show me who was calling and plenty more.  

Now - I don't answer my phone a lot and I generally don't run for it.  We are so connected these days I guess I'm just not in a hurry to find out who's calling anymore.

I don't understand a lot of things.

Okay so, I need to ask a question. What's with those people who sit on the toilet in a public washroom, in a stall, having long conversations on the phone?? What in hell is that about? I just don't get it. I go in there to do whatever I need to, and that person a couple stalls down isn't hurting me, but it's damned annoying! And half the time the conversation isn't in English so you don't even know what they're talking about.

Is it a cultural thing? They have no problem sharing all those bodily function type things - I mean - just because she was on the phone it didn't stop me from flushing when I was done. Whoever she was talking to had to know she was in a bathroom.

And what about cookies? Sometimes in that public bathroom I look down and see a piece of cookie, or cracker on the floor. What is the assumption there, that somebody had cookies and crackers drop out of their pants when they pulled them down? Or .. or ... they were eating while sitting on a public toilet!

Let's say it together now EE-E-E-W-W-W-W-W-W!!!!!

Anyway, just askin'.