Yesterday my mom called my cell phone and it went straight to voicemail. Obviously this means the phone is turned off, right? But my mom thought it meant I was on another call. Huh? Anyway, this got me thinking about how phones have changed, and that Johan probably will never know what a busy signal sounds like. At our house, we don't even have a land line, and I can't think of anyone I know who is under 30 and has a land line. Is the busy signal going to be the Olde Timey Saloon Piano of Johan's generation?
On a related note...
Dear Client(s): If somehow you manage to get a hold of the number to my cell phone, despite my best efforts to keep that number top secret and away from any and all of my clients, please do not actually expect me to answer when you call me at 10pm on Friday night to ask me how you should get your prescription when you showed up at Walgreens after the pharmacy closed for the night. Thanks.
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I once had a client call me on my cell phone at 10pm on a Friday night to tell me she was drunk and stuck in her dryer. Like, her clothing dryer. ????
I once had a client wake me at 11pm in Minneapolis (he was back home in CA). Moral of the story is... don't give clients your cell number.
I once had a client...oh, wait. I'm not a lawyer.
But if you consider three-year-olds "clients," then I once had a client that grabbed the flappy fat part of my upper arm and said "What IS this?" and I said "What? What do you mean?" and she said "Why is this ON you?" and I said "What do you mean?? That's my ARM!"
That's the last time I tie a client's shoes for her.
Hey, I'm not a lawyer, either. If you consider kids "clients" beware. My client reached up with her prehensile toes and pinched that back of the arm fat while I was driving. I damned near drove off the road. Hurt like hell! Beware when your toddlers grow older. They will torture you.
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