Saturday, April 2, 2011
Aging in America
As Linda and I get on in years (Speak for yourself, bald boy! - LMB) one of us occasionally has to ask the other party to help locate a misplaced cell phone, somewhere in the house. The approved technique is simply to call the missing phone and see where the ring comes from.
This morning, Linda asked me to call her phone. After the usual AT&T latency (which apparently involves getting Executive approval, on a call by call basis, to even be in the cell phone business,) her phone rang. I was sitting on the couch, and the phone was clearly near by. In fact, the ring tone was coming from under a 70 pound accumulation of German Shepherd, sleeping on the other end of said couch. The dog didn't budge -- I'm not even sure she woke up.