Don't call me, I'll email you
He or she who feels the need to pick up a phone and call me, will not catch me at my best. The necessity to reply instantly and adequately stumps me, and leaves me a blabbering fool who agrees to just about anything, and then regrets it.
So obviously I am not a fan of the mobile phone. Because of this modern torture device people can find you anywhere, even if you don't want to be found.
Like last Thursday morning, when I was out shopping, trying on a dress just as my mobile started ringing. Quickly I tried to pull the dress over my head, and started scrabbling around my purse. Of course as soon as I finally found it, it defiantly stopped ringing.
'What a relief, now I don't have to answer the phone,' I thought. But only too soon relief was replaced with anxiety, because what if that was school, trying to tell me the kids had an accident?!
With sweaty hands I started pushing buttons, trying to remember how to listen to my messages. My six year old has explained it to me lots of times.
Finally I found the right combination of numbers, and heard the electronic voice of my provider: 'You have 0,01 cents left.' The cent I had just wasted calling my voicemail.
When I got home I checked my emails and took my time forming eloquent and intelligent replies, thereby giving the impression of a cool, calm and collected woman.
And as long as you don't call me, no one can prove otherwise.
Don't call me, I'll email you Reviewed by Nicole orriëns on Sunday, December 13, 2009 Rating: