buttdial

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I worry about people when they buttdial me and then I can’t get back in touch with them.

That’s a liability of caller ID….you can tell who didn’t want to talk to you….but it doesn’t tell you “why”.

You couldn’t buttdial with the old rotary phones.

That was impossible.

Oh, man!!

You know a phone that you really couldn’t buttdial with?

One of the old rotary pay phones!!

(I may be making that up.)

Maybe they were all touch tone by the time I started using pay phones.

I don’t remember.

Anyway….unless you were some kind of spasmodic giant, you weren’t going to get close enough to the phone (with your behind) to be able to buttdial.

That’s not really what I was thinking, anyway.

I can’t get distracted thinking about frenetic giants buttdialing on antiquated telephone equipment.

Stay the course….no matter how crazy your tracks look in the snow when you stop for a rest and look behind you…..stay the course.

What I was thinking…..the synopsis of my coffeeless thesis….is that I worry about folks.

I worry when I think they were trying to get in touch with me….and for some reason, the trying was truncated.

I worry about them.

I worry if I know them.

What am I missing?

Who am I missing?

What……

HOLY SMOKES!!!! IT’S VALENTINES DAY!!!!! WHAT AM I DOING TALKING ABOUT BUTTDIALING GIANTS?!!! I BETTER GET ON IT!!!!!

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There….that’s better.

You have to pay attention to stuff like Valentines Day.

How else are they going to know…..THAT YOU LOVE THEM?!!

 

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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