Reach Out And Touch No-Freakin’-One
Beth has a recurring bad habit she indulges in that drives me absolutely batshit. She has not one but two cell phones — one personal, one from her new job — and she routinely leaves both of them at home when she goes out at night or on weekends.
It annoys the living piss out of me.
Take tonight, for example. She and Zoe went out for “a little while” two hours ago with the promise that she’d bring some takeout home for dinner. It’s now 9:00 p.m., there’s no sign of them, and I’m freakin’ hungry. So I called her to see what’s what and to find out when she’s gonna feed her man after leaving him home alone to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen disaster area from his Father’s Day dinner last night.
I called her work cell phone. It’s ringing on the entryway table.
I called her personal cell phone. It’s ringing in her office across the hall from me.
Great. Redundant communication modes rendered useless because they’re here and she’s there. Great.
I should count my blessings, though. If she had the phones with her, she would have called me about nothing 19 times already.
I fully share your frustration in this regard! My wife does the same thing, but after a lot of bitching on my part she has gotten a lot better.
My son is also famous for leaving his cell in his apartment and since it is his only phone I sometimes get nervous if I can’t reach him.
I guess I’m just meticulous when it comes to details because I’m never without my cell phone and I always pick up unless I’m real busy, in a meeting or shifting gears in traffic!
A gentle reminder to one and all that a person’s cell phone is for their convenience, not yours.
Yes, I forgot both of them yesterday, and no, it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last. It’s not like Chuck has never left and been unreachable–whether by design or by accident.
Bottom line: shit happens.