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The Mother In Law's Phone

The phone rings at my home. Well it 'cascades' really, I can't get over using 'rings' as a means of description.
Anyway, the 'phone goes.
'Hiya Mum'
'How did you know it was me?'
'The 'phone tells me...yours does too.'
'Oh that's clever, how does it do that?'
'We programmed your 'phone, it's the same as ours. Remember you've got the same phone. Yours does it too.'
'Does it?'
'Yep....don't you remember we put all your 'phone numbers into it? That means when it rings you can see who is 'phoning you.'
'That's clever...I didn't know it did that.'
'Haven't you noticed?'
'Oh I just pick it up.....'
'But the 'phone tells you who is calling if it's in your 'phone, so you can see who is calling before you pick it up. Like I just did. Don't you remember? You can go through the directory button and just press the green button and it will 'phone that person....'
'Oh I don't do that in case I 'phone the wrong number.....'
'You can't 'phone the wrong number Mum, we programmed all your numbers into the 'phone....'
'I know you did that, it's just when I write them down I sometimes get them wrong....'
'Why are you writing them down?'
'So I can 'phone them....'
'But when you find the 'phone number you need you just press the green button and it will 'phone the person...'
'I don't trust it to 'phone the right number, that's why I write it down and dial it into the 'phone.....'
'You don't need to Mum.....it will do it automatically.....'
'Oh I can't be bothered with all that.....'

So the two hours of programming all her 'phone numbers into the damn thing were sodding well wasted! Shoot me when I get old.

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