You've all heard me whine about the power outage we had over the weekend. No power, no cable, no phone, no internet. We have a generator so we had heat and hot water, but the lack of phone turned into a big problem this time.
I dragged my laptop to McDonald's, where I got on their wifi. I sent Marcia an email, a Facebook message, etc. I didn't want her to drive half an hour to meet me, and then not show up.
I shut down my computer and as I left McDonald's I saw it in the parking lot: a pay phone. You know, a real pay phone that you feed with coins! I went over and picked it up, and...dial tone! A very static-y dial tone, but it worked.
|Can ya hear me now, Marcia?|
I dialed Marcia's number. She lives about an hour away. Apparently, the phone thinks that's wicked far because a robotic voice came on and said "Please. Enter. Fifty. Additional. Cents."
FIFTY more cents?!! I put it in.
Then a real person came on and said "You'll have to add forty cents." I told her I already put in ninety cents. She said "one moment please, and I'll connect you." I heard change clang back into the change return.
"Can you add forty additional cents?" the woman asked. I said "I did, but it came back out."
"Can you try it again?" Cripes. This is getting too complicated.
She said "One moment please." Lots of static. I finally get connected. I leave a message on Marcia's voice mail. When I hung up, I heard a waterfall of change clang into the phone. But did any of it come back out to me?
Of course not.
Exhausting, this power outage business.