Like any man....
Okay, so it's the middle of the day. A patient calls to say she's running late. I have a spare moment. I decide to text Roy--haven't talked to him in a bit, just some real brief e-mails-- why not? So I send a text message: Will there be lines?
What would you think if you got a random text message to your phone in the middle of the work day: Will there be lines?
I expected a reply: "?" Or: "lines?" Lines in the sand, lines on a page, lines on my face, lines of what, for what, by what?
Did Roy ask? Did he so much as flinch? Within moments, the reply came: On July 11th? Yes.
He knew. Or I knew what was on his mind, what's always on Roy's mind. Will there be lines? Yes. July 11th? The date the new iPhone comes out. And yes, I did mean: Will there be lines to purchase the new iPhone? Somehow, Roy knew what I was thinking. Hard to be cryptic these days.
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P.s. This story was not confabulated.
5 comments:
hmmm...sounds like an old married couple ;)
not that that's a bad thing
I can usually follow Dinah's mental twists and turns, but I never could follow my wife's. Mine are harder to follow.
What's wrong with the map?
Before I even finished the post, once I read your intial text to him, Dinah, I knew what you were referring to! It's a sickness, isn't it? hehe
I don't even have a cellphone. Why? Because if I inadvertently bring it to work, it's five days off without pay. Lately, the inmates have been hiding these gadgets on the prison grounds.
In short, I had no idea what "lines" meant.
Hi, kids, your iPhone post pulled me from a less-than-gracious episode of pain-induced self-pity (and lurking) to say I certainly knew to what Dinah referred. There was fire, the iPod, then the iPhone. PWNED & jailbroken. Then other stuff like penicillin... I now slither back to my own tartarus (Archaic, yes. But it has a nice ring).
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