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Doing the Two Step — 13 Comments

  1. My rule is   "NEVER RING BACK" 

     

    It works every time.   If they really want me then they will ring again;  if they don't ring back it, obviously, was not important.

    • The problem is that I get quite a few calls from delivery drivers looking for directions to the house.  Sometimes they leave a message and sometimes they don't and if I miss them they feck off out of the area and I don't see them again for days.  One of the joys of rural living!

  2. Well I said I'd never get a smart phone but someone has gone and bought me one for Christmas.

    A nokia Lumia. I hope it don't do things like that.

    • Mine's a Samsung Somethingorother.  It has no keys- just a slidy screen that has to be thumped to work.  It's a pain in the hole.  Best of luck with the Nokia!

  3. When I was a lad, our phone didn't even have a dial. You had to pick up the receiver and wait for the girl (it was always a girl) at the exchange to answer. You would then tell her the number you wanted, and she would dial it and patch you through. That was pretty 'smart', I thought. You could even make long-distance calls! Our number was the town name followed by 413. Not many phones around in those days…

    • The ones with the windy-up handle on the side?  I remember them!  My home was a posh one though in that our phone had a dial.  We used to make trunk calls by tapping the cradle.  Anyone else do that? 

      • They (the Vermont grandparents I mean) had the same thing in the old family farmhouse for a rather ridiculous amount of time–Vermont was always at least 10 years behind the times you see. You'd pick up the handset (the old bakelite type you mentioned), tap the the cradle a few times and yell into it something like this:

        'LO, NELLIE? NELLIE, YOU THERE? YAH, IT'S HENRY. (which was my grandmother's nickname, short for Henrietta). YES, THAT'S RIGHT. COULD YOU GET THE FAST SQUAD DOWN HERE? GRANDAD'S HIT THE FLOOR WITH HIS FACE AGAIN. NO, NO, THE FLOOR'S ALRIGHT BUT I AIN'T TOO SURE ABOUT GRANDAD THOUGH. HE AIN"T SWEARIN' THIS TIME.

        Something like that anyway. Your post just gives me yet another reason not to ever purchase one of these so called smart phones.

  4. I think the answer phone on anything is the way that phone companies go running to the bank in jubilation at their profits.

    By the way, I like a load of your posts. But if I have no time to write and tell you, I would hit the "like" button – if you had one. Do you?

    • Thank you! [*blush*].  I do indeed have a "like" button but it is extremely well hidden – you'd have to follow the Farcebook link on the side and you'll find a few in there.  There's probably a lot of dust and cobwebs in there too as I very rarely visit it myself.  You have been warned.

  5. A few weeks back, I left my messages build up and didn't want to listen to them – an ostrich type failing.

    The message box became full and people were unable to leave messages – the ostrich won.

    If I have the patience to try to succeed through the various options, I am thinking of disconnecting the mailbox. If it is important, they'll call again, text or email.

    A (futile) little rebellion against the always available modern communictions age….

    • My problem is my Inbox.  I checked it the other day and there are messages there nearly a year old.  One of the many features [failings?] of my phone is that there seems to be no way of bulk deleting, so I would have to go through them one by one.  Maybe I'll get around to it tomorrow……..

  6. Back in the day, and out in the sticks we still had party lines. One number for up to 6 houses I think. You'd know if the call was for your household depending on the pattern of rings. Course we also knew what the ring sounded like for the cute teacher a mile down the road, so we'd pick up the handset very quietly.

    • Welcome Yokel!  I was denied the pleasure of a party line though I knew people who had them.  Somehow we managed to get a line to ourselves whether by chance or by bribery I don't know.  I led a sheltered upbringing.  
       

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