Re: Cells

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In a message dated 8/27/04 10:19:16 AM, VulvarDisorders

writes:

<< If you do much driving in the middle of nowhere you should re-examine your

priorities and figure out why you don't believe in cell phones. It could be

the

cost. I have had a cell phone for several years and hardly ever use it but I

keep it charged and at the ready. I don't really know how to use all the

features (it overwhelms me) but I do know how to make a call. >>

It only took me an year to figure out how to turn the keyguard on. <ggg>

I'm still learning the flash/call waiting feature. I should have that down in

another year or so.....

I don't know how I ever traveled without a cell phone. Especially when I get

caught in traffic and I'm running behind. No one is left waiting and

wondering where I am anymore.

I subscribe to a Rolling Stones mailing list and many of us travel to the

concerts and spend time together in the different cities - sightseeing, dinner

before the concerts, after parties, etc... The last tour in '02 we couldn't

figure out how we managed the previous tours without cell phones. It's so much

easier. I went to seventeen shows on the last tour and the first one I was

meeting a friend outside of Comiskey Park before the concert so we could browse

the scalpers for tickets. I'd met once in person, a few years earlier in

London (another Stones tour).

I'm standing with two friends outside of Comiskey where we're supposed to

meet and there's tons and tons of people around. I told my friends to

keep

a look out for a really tall blonde. My one friend kept pointing out women

under 5'5 " , he seemed to have problems understanding that really tall means

just a nudge under 6'. Anyway, we were getting worried we'd somehow crossed

signals, so I called on my cellphone and while it's ringing I notice a

really tall blonde turned away from us about a hundred feet away reaching into

her

purse. I bet my friends it was . It was.

Later that night we're at the after concert bar with about a hundred other

people from the mailing list and one of our friends hasn't shown up. I went

outside to call him. I'm standing on the sidewalk outside the bar and I asked

him where he was, he told me to turn around and there he was - waving at me from

the bar's entrance.

And a month earlier, my birthday present to myself was a Who concert in

Detroit - about three hours away from me. It turned out to be the best concert

I've ever attended. Anyway on my way home that night, I thought my electrical

system was doing some odd things, but the car was driving okay. Until I turned

off the expressway to head north on a two lane highway - the last fifty miles

to my house. Most of this highway curves along Lake Huron, so there's lots of

houses and cottages - most occupied in late August. Just my luck that my

alternator chooses to die on a stretch of sporadic deserted businesses between

the expressway and the first town. At 2am. Three miles from the nearest town.

I was glad I had my cell phone that night. Not only was I able to get a hold

of AAA, I was also able to call a nightowl friend and have someone to talk to

while I waited for the tow truck. Which took ninety minutes to get to me.

The time in that dark parking lot with just crickets for compamy went a lot

quicker having someone to talk to.

Debbie

Tiger