I rarely answer my cell. By the time I recognize the strange noise emanating from my purse as a ringing phone, it’s too late to pick up. My friends all know this so I don’t get many calls. As a result, when I went to the hospital recently for some tests, I didn’t see a need to turn off my phone.
Upon my arrival, Reception gave me a pager, like in a restaurant, instructing me to return to the desk when the pager went off.
Nervously sitting in the waiting room, I watched people, studied my surroundings, and eventually started reading. Engrossed in my story, I heard this ringing sound. Looking up, I saw a lady reach into her bag – presumably to answer her cell.
Even though the phone kept ringing she ignored it, disrupting my concentration. Before I could give her an evil stare, I looked down on my lap and saw my pager flashing and ringing. The noise wasn’t her, it was me! Chuckling, I returned to Reception. It was time to go.
Relieved when the tests were over, I headed out of the hospital. Walking down the hall, I heard an incessant ringing. I laughed to myself and thought the joke was on someone else. I didn’t have a pager this time so it couldn’t be me.
However, I was surprised when I got home. There was one missed call on my cell.
May the farce be with you!