Cell Phone Anecdote

For the past couple weeks I have been stuck working the weekend morning show. I shouldn't really say stuck, because I enjoy working with the morning show crew, but there are better things I could be doing with my Saturdays. After the shows on the weekends, the crew gathers for a short meeting to discuss the good and the bad, whatever.

Last Sunday while attending one of these said meetings, the cell phone in my pocket began to vibrate. It was the missus, and she left a voice mail. The meeting started to dwindle. Everyone was gathering up their belongings in preparation to disband, so I thought this would be the perfect time to see what Sherry wanted. I push the "call voice mail" button on my cell phone and put the phone up to my ear only to crap my pants when the message blasted out of the speaker. At this point every eye in the studio was on me, and every ear listening to the most embarrassing message from my wife. It started off with "Hi honey" or "Hi darling" something to that effect.

Seeing the manly front I put up at work dissolve in front of me, I quickly shut the phone hoping to silence my embarrassment. Problem solved, or so I thought. Apparently when the speaker phone function has been activated on a Motorola Razor, the phone doesn't hang up when you flip it closed. message after embarrassing message spewed out of my phone as my face became the usual shade of red. So there I am trying to muzzle my phone, and just like in those crazy sitcoms, nothing I could do short of smashing my phone would make it stop (even that usually doesn't work)

End of anecdote. In three days I will have a copy of "Adventure Boy" by Scott Reynolds and the Steaming Beast, and "You Can't Live this Way" by Drag the River in my hands. Happy Festivus to me!

The ALLmighty Benjamin