Monday, 18 August 2008

I don’t understand…

Every day, without fail, the following type of email gets “sent to all” at work:

“Does anyone have a charger for a (insert make and model no. here) cell phone?”

Now, there are instances when your cell phone dies… like when you’re at a three-day music festival and there’s no electricity. Or you go away for the weekend and you leave your charger at home. Or you battery is dying, as they do, and you're left yelling down the phone: ifyougetcutoffit’sbecausemybatteryisaboutto… “click”.

But an email a day, begging to borrow a charger? What’s wrong with these people that they don’t charge their phones at night, when they’re sleeping? We’ve all got landlines at work. So they’re not quite in the Sahara. And of course, there's voicemail. I just don’t get it! What did people DO before cell phones? (It's a question I often ask myself, especially at the Kirstenbosch summer concerts - it's entertaining viewing, watching people on the path swinging wildly from side-to-side to spot their posse, and someone in the masses-grappleing-for-space jumping around with arms flailing trying to catch the latecomer's attention.)

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