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Sometimes it still amazes me that there was a time in my life when cellphones didn't exist. When I had to stand in the kitchen and punch in numbers to talk to my friends. When it was a big deal to have your own phone in your bedroom. Now, I very, VERY rarely talk on the phone. If I have something to say to someone I text them, or email them, or post it on their Facebook wall, or Tweet them, or Instagram them, or go old school with a MySpace comment, or Snap Chat them, or talk to them on MyFitnessPal, or send them something through Pinterest or Wanelo, or send them a video with Keek or Vine, oh and now there's Path, if I can ever figure out how to use it. Catch my drift? It's truly amazing how many Social Networks there are and how much communication has changed.
This brings me to my story. Back in the old'n days, when caller ID wasn't that common, I loved, and mastered, the art of prank calling. I was in elementary school, so I wasn't exactly at my peak, but I thought I was pretty darn good. My favorite prank calls were pretending to be a doctors office or something of that nature. So, I would wait until Helen and Jeff were outside or busy, and I would grab the phonebook and phone, and stretch the cord into my bedroom. I flipped through the pages and picked numbers that belonged to funny names. I called a few and kept getting their answering machines, which was rather boring. Now, as I said before, I wasn't exactly at my peak, so being the genius that I am, I started leaving messages.
The messages were something like, "Hello, Mrs. Butts, this is Peggy from Doctor Flemming's office, we just wanted to let you know that your test results are in, so you can call us back at (random number). Thank you!" I left dozens of messages like those, pretending to be a doctors office, a dentist office, an eye doctors office, you name it.
I eventually got tired of it and put the phonebook and phone away and went outside to play. I was running around Null Addition when I heard, "KELLLLLLLLLIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! Get in here!! Now!!" coming from my front door. I took my time and slowly walked back to the house to find a mad and slightly embarrassed Helen. She said in a snappy tone, "Kellie, do you have an eyeglass prescription ready for pick-up?" Busted.
Apparently some people did have caller ID after all and had called back. Oopsie. I lost my phone privileges for awhile, and even after that my calls had to be supervised. A small price to pay for the fun that was had.
This brings me to my story. Back in the old'n days, when caller ID wasn't that common, I loved, and mastered, the art of prank calling. I was in elementary school, so I wasn't exactly at my peak, but I thought I was pretty darn good. My favorite prank calls were pretending to be a doctors office or something of that nature. So, I would wait until Helen and Jeff were outside or busy, and I would grab the phonebook and phone, and stretch the cord into my bedroom. I flipped through the pages and picked numbers that belonged to funny names. I called a few and kept getting their answering machines, which was rather boring. Now, as I said before, I wasn't exactly at my peak, so being the genius that I am, I started leaving messages.
The messages were something like, "Hello, Mrs. Butts, this is Peggy from Doctor Flemming's office, we just wanted to let you know that your test results are in, so you can call us back at (random number). Thank you!" I left dozens of messages like those, pretending to be a doctors office, a dentist office, an eye doctors office, you name it.
I eventually got tired of it and put the phonebook and phone away and went outside to play. I was running around Null Addition when I heard, "KELLLLLLLLLIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! Get in here!! Now!!" coming from my front door. I took my time and slowly walked back to the house to find a mad and slightly embarrassed Helen. She said in a snappy tone, "Kellie, do you have an eyeglass prescription ready for pick-up?" Busted.
Apparently some people did have caller ID after all and had called back. Oopsie. I lost my phone privileges for awhile, and even after that my calls had to be supervised. A small price to pay for the fun that was had.
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