"RoseGarden" - - - - - - - from - nscave

Can you imagine? I had to use a wired telephone today. You know what they are don’t you? They have a little box that sits on the table or hangs on the wall. Then there is a kinky cord going to the hand set.  (That’s real long distance by the time the conversation gets through the kinky cord.) And some of them have real bells that ring like a telephone is suppose to.

We get spoiled with our cordless and cell type phones. Kind of like going back to the days when television channels had to be changed by going to the set and flipping a rotary dial. We won’t go there.

It seems each one of these new technology devices have a flaw or two. Like for example when you forget to charge it. That’s what happened to me. Even the phone knows better than I, for on its saucy display it said “Please charge the batteries.” Beep beep, dead, not  a button would show any sign of life.

Or the other common occurrence, You can’t find it. There sits the lonely base, but the handset has been left in parts unknown. If the cell phone was handy, you could call it, but it won’t divulge its secret location when it’s not charged. Even the “find handset” button won’t produce much noise if charges are low.

So what’s the solution? That lowly wired telephone. It sure comes in handy for the times when the cordless doesn’t function like it is supposed to. And you will appreciate its kindness when the power goes out and Mr. Cordless is left dead in its tracks.

Maybe the advantages out weigh the disadvantages. The old days weren’t so bad after all. Wait, wait, don’t go anywhere, ah geeze now I have a corded cordless phone, that doesn’t work either.

-=One Day At A Time=-

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