New Phone

Well, the papers are gone.  I sent them off as email attachment to the students.  Now I await emails of complaint.  But mostly they are probably all gone and won’t check their email again till Monday.

Yesterday, my four year old cell that I was pretty fond of because I could repeatedly drop it and not break it finally gave out. The battery had no life left in it.  So I went to the AT and T store to get a new one, but the account was in Carol’s name and since I didn’t know the date her driver’s license expired they wouldn’t talk with me.  I wanted to poke the little wimp behind the counter straight into both eyes.  What the hell. 

Later came back with Carol who found out the date her driver’s license expires by looking at her driver’s license and got a new phone.  Pisses me off; they don’t carry any replacement batteries for old phones because they want to jack you up to a new phone.  And they want to do that because the new phones have all these other features on them that can cause you to increase your phone bill if you give into the temptation to use them.  My new one takes pictures for example.  I will waste no time trying to figure out how to do that.  It’s all sleek and cool looking but I bet it breaks when I drop it.  But it does have the time right there on the outside, so you don’t have to open the phone to get the time or the date.

 A while back I bought a bedside clock from Brookstone.  We had this little brown plastic job that for some reason wouldn’t keep the correct time anymore.  I don’t know how long we had it.  At least ten years.  It was a very faithful little clock.  With bits of chewing gum stuck on it from when I used to chew gum and I would stick the gum on the clock and then start rechewing it in the morning.

The new clock is pretty amazing.  I plugged it in and then when to the directions to figure out how to set it, and while I was doing that the damn clock set itself right before my eyes.  Like Magic!  Honestly I don’t know how it did that—by satellite maybe.  I mean the numbers started spinning past and stopped right at the correct time.  Hell, come to think of it, that must be what the phone does too.  Some sort of satellite thing up there in space—that keeps accurate time as based on the atomic clock….

Some students don’t know how to read the old clock—the one with hands on it that was shaped like a circle.

All together now:

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight
If your mother says don’t chew it
Do you swallow it in spite
Can you catch it on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight

Who the hell sang that song.  The “Bedposts.”  Damn, now that is going to torment till I remember.

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