By now, you guys probably know that I lost my mobile phone recently. Also with it went my contacts collected laboriously over the years.
I received a call the other night (on my new mobile phone). I have yet to restore all the numbers and the names to those numbers, but nonetheless I picked up the call quickly without looking at the blinking number.
"Hello", I went.
"Hi... you called me yesterday ah?"
The voice sounded familiar. I thought of asking who this is, but my instinct warned me better of it. Such is the speed of thought and counter-actions that only age and experience can give you.
I spared a quick down-look-up 1.5 seconds to look at the number. Indeed, the number belonged to who I thought the voice belonged to.
And so...
"No... I didn't call you. What's up?"
"But I got a missed call from you yesterday... so I was wondering..."
I suddenly reflected that had that point in time when I really needed someone at the end of the line in a life and death situation, it would have been faster for the police to find my now-deceased body than for the person to return my phone call more than 24 hours later.
Mentally I made a note in my head never to list that person first in my "Emergency" call list.
A year ago, I couldn't wait to pick up calls from this person. A year later now, I couldn't wait to hang up.
"Er ya...", I went, explaining briefly that I lost my phone the day before and it was probably the finder dialling randomly. "Anything else?"
"No lah... just thought I would return the call."
"Sure, thanks. Catch up with you another time. Bye!"
I actually felt happy after hanging up.
The only sourish feeling was that if the missed call belonged to some kind soul wanting to return my phone to me, this person had blown it away. Now there is one more reason to be sorry to me.
What a bummer.
I received a call the other night (on my new mobile phone). I have yet to restore all the numbers and the names to those numbers, but nonetheless I picked up the call quickly without looking at the blinking number.
"Hello", I went.
"Hi... you called me yesterday ah?"
The voice sounded familiar. I thought of asking who this is, but my instinct warned me better of it. Such is the speed of thought and counter-actions that only age and experience can give you.
I spared a quick down-look-up 1.5 seconds to look at the number. Indeed, the number belonged to who I thought the voice belonged to.
And so...
"No... I didn't call you. What's up?"
"But I got a missed call from you yesterday... so I was wondering..."
I suddenly reflected that had that point in time when I really needed someone at the end of the line in a life and death situation, it would have been faster for the police to find my now-deceased body than for the person to return my phone call more than 24 hours later.
Mentally I made a note in my head never to list that person first in my "Emergency" call list.
A year ago, I couldn't wait to pick up calls from this person. A year later now, I couldn't wait to hang up.
"Er ya...", I went, explaining briefly that I lost my phone the day before and it was probably the finder dialling randomly. "Anything else?"
"No lah... just thought I would return the call."
"Sure, thanks. Catch up with you another time. Bye!"
I actually felt happy after hanging up.
The only sourish feeling was that if the missed call belonged to some kind soul wanting to return my phone to me, this person had blown it away. Now there is one more reason to be sorry to me.
What a bummer.
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