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So two weeks ago, Professor The Man was at Pork Barrel University and at some point early on during that week, Dirtbunny's answering machine kicked the bucket. Ever since, we have been meaning to get a new one. We know we can get a really good one for lots of money at the big box electronic store, but that means driving and crazy parking garages and escalators and all of those commercial-experience things that give Dirtbunny anxiety attacks.
Or we could get an inexpensive one at the local Radio Shack, and not be entirely sure of the quality of what we get.
Or we could sign up for voicemail through the Phone Company, but I suspect that will cost us $5 per month plus maybe another $8 per month in inexplicable fees and taxes, and I'm opposed to giving more money to the Phone Company, especially if I don't know what my billing statement means.
So we have been dithering. We almost went out for one yesterday, but Dirtbunny had a case of the vapors and had to retire to her boudoir. Whilst asleep, Dirtbunny had a dream. A wonderful dream about an answering machine. In which Dirtbunny examined an answering machine and saw that it had an "on/off" switch.
Dirtbunny retained that dream (most of them go off into the ether once she wakes up). And this morning Dirtbunny asked herself, I wonder she sez does our answering machine have an on/off switch? She disconnected the machine from the wall and flipped it over. Nope nothing on the back but nine years of dust. Nothing on the sides except volume controls. Oh well. It was worth a shot.
Dirtbunny put the machine down on the kitchen counter and looked at the face of the machine one last time. There sure are a lot of unnecessary buttons and switches on the front, that's for sure.
Wait!
Oh. My. God.
A button labeled on/off.
Could it be?
Bunny presses the button. The answering machine indicator lights up. There is a message! Dirtbunny plays the message. The answering machine works. Shopping trip is unnecessary, and answering-machine money can now be spent on vet bills or yarn.
I haven't felt this dumb since I started taking the wrong pills and made myself seriously sick for a week.
2 comments:
Oh well; we assumed that turning off your answering machine was part of your goal not to return phone calls and messages. After all one can't complain about no response if no message was left. But no, you apparently have inherited the gene that requires to repair call to plug in an appliance after it has been moved to clean behind it.
By the way, for whom should we vote in the primary next week - Mr. I created lots of jobs but I won't tell you how; or I will create lots of jobs; or someone who doesn't have enough money to solicit our vote?
Moran. Anyone who can put up with Jim Moran as an immediate family member has excellent political skills that the Commonwealth can't do without.
DB's next dream:
Where I Left the Stitch Markers
or
Where I Left the Chapstick
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