In Which I Admit Something Embarrassing
I just went to give my co-worker my cell phone number and realized, yet again, I don't fucking know it! The second time in two weeks I've wanted to be all smooth and like "My number is thus-and-such, give me a yodel" and instead had to stand there all like an idiot.
So, folks, I have put my own cell phone number in my cell phone. Yes, it's come to that.
Also, yesterday, I almost didn't answer when my dad called, because I was dancing around to the little tune it sings when someone calls me. This is almost as stupid as not knowing my number.
posted by Aunt B at 7/08/2005 09:17:00 AM
4 Comments:
Don't feel bad, I had to program my cell phone number into my phone too. And even worse, my HOME phone number. Greek telephone numbers are way too weird to be able to remember them properly.
My cell phone has this feature where if I put in the right combination of button pushes and the planets all align, it will tell me my cell phone number. LOL
And my ring tone is Rocky Top (huge shock, I know)...so I do love listening to it ring....
Mom: memory 1
Brother 1: Memory 2
Brother 2: Memory 3
Brother 3: Memory 4
Various friends: Memory 5-12
Their real numbers?
Don't have a clue anymore....even under torture.
Damn, I'd like to have Rocky Top for my ringtone but I don't know if that would be available for a Greek phone. Hmm, I'll have to look into it, because I hate the choices that automatically come with the phone I have.
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