Not that I'm against modern technology. And I wouldn't say it's against me. We're just not on the same level – at the same time, that is.
After successfully hooking up cable to my TV last night, I felt like rock star. I can do anything!
And I can.
But can my smart phone?
This afternoon at work, my phone suddenly pinged to notify me I had voicemail. That's weird, I thought. I didn't even hear it ring. Well here it was a voicemail from LAST Friday. Yes, just getting delivered today.
And it was an important message – for me anyway. Thankfully no one else on the other end needed me to get a message. I mean hubby could have had a flat tire or been stranded somewhere. Or College Boy could have needed money. Oh wait, that message always comes through!
I was upset about responding 4 days after the fact and hoped it wasn't too late to deal with what I needed to deal with. I don't want to say point blank that "Verizon stinks" because I suppose dropped calls, texts and messages could happen with any carrier.
But would it happen with a carrier pigeon? As far as I know, they only drop their poop.
Could be worth investigating if our cat agrees not to eat our "service plan."
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