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In my final year at high school I found a cellphone that somebody had accidentally left behind on the bus. Being the responsible young woman that I was, I texted the guy’s mother to let her know her son had left his phone on the school bus. She asked me to get in touch with the boy’s girlfriend, as she went to my school. I did, and we arranged to meet up after our first class.
Seizing the opportunity while we could, my friend Janine and I spent the whole of that class filling his phone with silly photos of ourselves. I had crutches at the time because I had torn the cartilage in my knee, so when we set one of the photos as his wallpaper it showed me pretending to shoot Janine with the end of the crutch.
We were very pleased with ourselves when we gave the phone to that girl afterwards.
P.S I must be a super good person, because as well as giving that phone back, I once found $75 just lying on the ground and took it in to the school office. Tooting my own horn here but man, I’m great.
My boyfriend starts work at 8am, so whenever I have to get up early for class, I’ll give him a call to say hi and tell him he’s handsome. Because I’m on my break at the moment, I’ve been sleeping in, and haven’t been calling him in the mornings.
Today he excitedly said to me: “Hey, are you going to call me tomorrow morning?”
“Uh . . . no?” I replied. “Should I?”
“I thought you had a nine o’clock start,” he said.
“No, I told you I’m waking up at nine.”
“Oh . . . you could wake up at seven and call me, then go back to sleep?”
I felt warm and fuzzy inside that he really wanted to hear from me in the morning. I was feeling the love.
“I can call you in the morning if you want,” I said.
“Oh good. I need you to remind me to take out the rubbish at seven.”
All that time, I thought he wanted to hear my voice when he woke up. I thought he missed getting morning phone calls from me before work. I thought he was being sweet.
Guess I was wrong.
Working at a market research call centre has given me superior knowledge of what a disconnected phone line sounds like.
It’s become a special talent of mine, to be able to recognise every single different tone of a phone that’s not in service.
I feel proud, but I know I shouldn’t be.
My friend told me that the phone in her office smelled really good whenever she picked it up, and I said: “It must be a SMELLOPHONE”.
I feel proud.
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