Tag: telephones
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whirrr
I have a phone with a dial and it sits on a small table beside the recliner, just inside the front door of Our Humble O’Bode. At about two o’clock this morning I woke up because I could hear somebody dialing it. Whirrr. It sounded like a very short dial. Whirrr. As if somebody was Read.
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biafra
About six months ago my old cell phone went on the fritz and I’m so lazy that I didn’t get around to replacing it for a long time. So long, in fact, that my service provider, Virgin Mobile, closed my account and gave my phone number to somebody else. But it’s a pay as you Read.
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Stop calling, stop calling
I’ve got a telephone that hates me. I don’t believe it’s a personal thing, I think it’s just that the AI designed for it loathes everyone, equally and indiscriminately. Her voice drips with contempt as she ticks off my options, but I realize it only seems to hate me in particular because I happen to Read.
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double talk
I had a beer Friday after work with some of my coworkers. We gathered around a small table outside Genna’s and, while the conversation drifted from one topic to the next, I couldn’t help noticing that almost everyone was carrying on two conversations at a time: One with those of us sitting around the table, Read.
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