With a push of a button, my cell phone sends an invisible signal blasting through the walls of our apartment where it almost instantaneously connects with a satellite orbiting the globe. Then the satellite sends another message that hurtles right back down through our apartment causing Leah’s phone to ring just feet away.
Why would I use my phone to call Leah when we are staring at each other?
Because otherwise we would have to actually look for her lost phone. And that would take effort.
I tease her about this constantly, but I do have a little sympathy for her plight (just don’t let her know that.) Us guys usually keep our phone in our pocket with our keys. Leah either loses it in that dark and scary abyss known as her “purse” or it gets thrown under the mail or lodged in a couch cushion or tossed on the bed.
And about the 15th time you have to search for your phone in the same day, you are dreaming of some device that would cause them to scream “Hey lady, I’m right here. Geez!”
She recently emailed me while I was in Washington requesting that I give her a call because her phone once again vanished. But my favorite was just a couple days ago, when we were both in the apartment and she made me call her. We waited for the few seconds it takes for those satellites to do their business and then her phone rang.
It was in the pocket of her very plushy robe. That she was wearing.
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Won't it be neat when they combine car keys with Cell phones and glasses..
Hopefully they'll throw in the can opener and a few pairs of socks.
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