In a way I am liberated by not having a cell phone. I talk on my terms and am not a slave to the bells and barks if incoming mail or push alerts.
Sure, I've sacrificed convenience, but in exchange i am tied to no one and I am at no ones beckon call (not even my infant son's milk demands when out with friends.) That said, if someone really wants to get a hold of me there are ways, as my husband recently figured out.
Aforementioned hubby was in the midst of making travel plans and needed a quick consult. And, since the world generally functions on a space time continuum of now, well he needed to get a hold of me right now!
Knowing I was at a friend's house he cleverly texted my friends husband. They, like many 2 iPhone per house users, have adopted to cut ties to the traditional land line. He quickly texted his wife, and in a matter of seconds I was connected to my husband.
Like that children's game of telephone where a message is whispered from ear to tiny ear the message in this case was perfectly and swiftly relayed.
The moment, the act of relating a message, also reminded me of a party line. You know, the phone line that you shared with your neighbours, one long ring followed by a short tinkle signaled your call, two quick rings belonged to the house across the street. As a kid I loved to gently lift the receiver and listen in on whatever chat was going on, whatever line party was out there.
In this situation, my friends hubby was the operator. My friend the party line.
A game of relay that worked and saved my husband four hundred bucks thanks to our quick consult.
The funny part? Friends hubby relayed his message via text from the basement.
