“I called you on your cell phone and it went right into voice mail,” Nancy scolded.
Voice mail? Yes, I remember voice mail. It’s a little white box on the bottom of your phone where people leave you messages when you don’t answer. I never pay it much mind because I don’t use my phone often and people don’t call me because I usually don’t answer. I confess. I am not an I-Phone kind of person.
Half the time, I don’t know where my phone is and the other half it’s dead because I forgot to plug it in. Plus, you have to elf fingers in order to use it and I have big, fat clumsy fingers that have a hard time hitting the right letters on my laptop. Actually, I spend a good bit of my time on my laptop, typing foolishness for Cville Buzz, playing quiz games and working crossword puzzles. It’s my preferred means of communication and entertainment. The word “text” is simply not in my vocabulary.
Nancy, however, is rarely without her phone, she texts everybody from the trash men to the utility companies and knows all kinds of stuff about her phone – like how to set it up to go on road trips and not get lost. Her phone will even tell you how to turn around and get back on the right road – damn it!
But why did my phone go to voice mail? The phone never rang.
Nancy tried to get my phone back in working order but couldn’t. We did, however, notice something called a “Do not disturb” sign at the top of the phone, but we couldn’t turn it off. Apparently. “Do not disturb” means that nobody can call you at any time for any reason, which has its benefits.
But I didn’t know the “Do not disturb” button even existed, so how could I have turned it on? I tried fiddling with the phone myself, but with no success. I poked and punched and swiped and it stayed on. Don’t ever screw with “Do not disturb” modes. They are mean bastards.
Finally – on a lark and since I had never done this before – I held my phone to my face and said, “Siri, turn off the ‘Do not disturb’ mode.”
I heard a beep and it went way.
Hey, thanks, Siri.
“No problem,” she said. So, if anybody out there wants to call me, and assuming I can find my phone, I’ll at least hear it ring.
