The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: telephone

  • A Telephonic Cultural Shift

    40 years ago, I never wanted to miss a call, even if it meant twisting my ankle.

  • Gratitude Alarm

    I don’t have a smart phone. In fact, my phone is just about as stupid as they come in this modern world. But hey, it only costs me about 5 bucks a month, so as far as I’m concerned, that makes me pretty darned smart. Living in this state of self-imposed technological deprivation, I know…

  • But I Don’t WANT the Ball in My Court!

    One of the things I love most about working on a drawbridge is that usually you have peace and quiet. You plan your day, and for the most part all your ducks remain in an orderly little row. This appeals to my Capricornian sense of organization and my general disdain for hubbub. Last week, on…

  • Phone Sex Guy

    I met a fascinating guy the other day. (God, I love Seattle!) He’s a phone sex operator. He pretends to be a woman for unsuspecting male clients. I don’t know him well enough to ask what it must be like to live that lie to make money. I’m not judging. I’m just extremely curious. What…

  • “May I Speak to Margaret?”

    This actually happened to me many years ago. My phone rang one afternoon. “May I speak to Margaret?” “Sorry, you have the wrong number.” She hangs up. The phone rings again. Same woman. “Is Margaret there?” “There’s nobody here by that name.” “Well, this is the number she gave me.” “Well, it’s the wrong number.”…