Technology for Dummies

Dear Aunt Jo-

I do not even know you, but I feel as if I do. You've left many messages on my voicemail. I don't know why you think my name sounds like "Sally"-- it's not even remotely close to that-- yet you still leave messages for dear Sally on there. You're an angry woman, Aunt Jo. I guess that's why Sally's mom had your number blocked. Or were you calling another wrong number there, too?

Even when I answered my cell phone to tell you that you had the wrong number, giving you my name so you would stop thinking I was Sally, you didn't get it. Did you, Aunt Jo? Because not five seconds later, you called again. I heaved the sigh of all sighs and let my voicemail get it. You just don't listen well, do you, Aunt Jo? You left another message for poor, dear Sally and even your cell and house numbers. I won't be calling you, though, Aunt Jo. I doubt Sally will either. You're a bit clueless, Aunt Jo, because either Sally gave you the wrong number or you keep dialing the wrong number. Don't you have caller ID, Aunt Jo?

I might answer next time you call, Aunt Jo, and suggest you find out Sally's real number, Aunt Jo, because as much as I enjoy our one sided conversations, Aunt Jo, I'm afraid they must stop, Aunt Jo, or I will have to find Sally myself, Aunt Jo, and scream a lot at her, Aunt Jo.

-R

P.S. Sally, if you're out there, please call your Aunt Jo.