Once upon a time, in lands far away, those little boxes people carry on them used to have voices. You know.. the ones with the screens on 'em, that people spend half their day gawking at. People used to hold them against their ear, with the bottom part directed at their mouth, and they would talk to other people, connected to their speakers by their own little box, possibly many miles away.
In an even longer time ago, those boxes were connected to the wall, and had cords. There was limits to how far away the other person could be while you were talking to them, or you'd quickly find yourself broke.
I miss those days, though. Texting is a pain. I could mop the floor and yap on the phone, but texting and mopping just isn't the same. "But I can plan out better what I want to say with text." That's a thing, too. I don't really want your polished replies, I like you as you are(generally speaking).
Anyone else miss the humble phone call?
In an even longer time ago, those boxes were connected to the wall, and had cords. There was limits to how far away the other person could be while you were talking to them, or you'd quickly find yourself broke.
I miss those days, though. Texting is a pain. I could mop the floor and yap on the phone, but texting and mopping just isn't the same. "But I can plan out better what I want to say with text." That's a thing, too. I don't really want your polished replies, I like you as you are(generally speaking).
Anyone else miss the humble phone call?