Unavailable in 2015
Greetings from the Ridge.
The woman was incensed... out-of-her-mind angry.
“Freida, I tried to call you twice this morning!”
“Happens a lot, Mildred.”
“Twice! Why didn’t you answer?”
“I wasn’t near a phone.”
“You don’t have a cellphone?”
“Sure I do. I just didn’t have it with me. Like I said, happens a lot.”
“What’s the use of having a cellphone if you don’t keep it with you?”
“I have a Maytag washer too, Mildred, but I seldom take it out of the house.”
She looked at me like I had two heads and stormed away. It was inconceivable to her that anyone in 2015 would not be within chatting distance of her cellphone. I sent her an email saying that I was sorry, but there are entire periods of time when I cannot be reached. I wanted to add that I liked it that way but Mildred was in such a huff that I was afraid this final affront might blow her battery.