I thought an iPhone would make my life perfect. Well maybe not perfect but it would make me happy and would be really cool to have. Little did I know there is a dark side to the phone that nobody talks about.
A few weeks ago I was sleeping when my super cool iPhone rang. Then it buzzed there was a message. I did not know how to use my iPhone because I had just got it for Christmas so in a sleepy haze I hit the button thinking I was listening to voicemail. Nope I called the person back. So turns out it was my landlord calling to see how my move out was coming along, like what day did I think I'd be out. Here's what happened next. It was classic:
Me: nothing (remember I think it's voice mail)
Him: Hello Stacie
Him Hello... Hello.... Stacie
Me: (To my hubby) It's some weird guy saying my name over and over on my voice mail.
Him: Hello Stacie
Me: (To my hubby) OMG this is so weird! This is the strangest message! I wonder who it is.
Him: Hello Stacie I can hear you're there.
Me: (To my hubby) Oh my gosh now he's saying he can hear I'm there in the message but thinks I wasn't saying anything back! Why would someone think I was there and not speaking?
Him: Stacie It's Neal!
Me: (To my hubby) OMG It's my crazy landlord leaving me a weird message! (Just for the record: My landlord was a very nice guy and very sane. He never showed any signs of being crazy. Ever. That was just my interpretation of the weird message that seemed crazy...)
Him: Hello... Stacie.... Can you hear me? I can hear you!
Me: (to my hubby) OMG how long is this message?
Me: (At this point I'm convinced that my landlord has lost his mind.)
Him: Stacie, it's me Neal, you called me back.
Me: (to myself) Huh?
Him: This is not a message.
Me: Neal? What? Wait! It's you? I thought you were a message on my voice mail.
Him: I know you did. Did you dye your hair blond?
Thank goodness he thought it was hilarious and said no apology was necessary. Ooooh boy! What a doosie that one was. LOL. But hey, life's too short and if you can't laugh at yourself you're going to miss out on a lot of fun times. Well, at least I would.