Burning Up The Minutes
I’ve got a home phone and my wife and I each have a cell phone. Even with all the opportunity I have to call people I rarely ever do. I have three numbers in my cell phone history and they are the only numbers I ever call.
Even when I was in my teens I never used the phone all that much. I had some daily contacts, but nothing that was too over board.
I was out at Fred Meyer the other evening. I usually go there on the same evening every week, and I see that there are regulars there every week. There is one woman I see there nearly every week and she spends every moment on the phone while she is shopping. After finishing there I saw her in Costco, again on the phone. Eventually I saw her in the car behind me waiting at the traffic light, still on the phone.
The entire excursion lasted about an hour and each time I saw her she was on the phone as she was the week before that and the week before that. What could possibly be so important that one is in constant communication? Maybe it’s insecurity. Maybe if she keeps voices in her ear they will drown out the voices in her head. Who knows?
We have an inexpensive cell plan. It’s an old plan where we have two phones and we share 100 minutes a month for, get this $35 per month. I think there was only one month where we even came close to using our 100 minutes. Maybe I’m not a communicator.