In a world where you can text message your tablemate in a bar, I feel oddly pissy when people don't have answering machines. I am on the phone a good deal of the day for the day job and it's very mysterious when I call someone back and the phone just rings. And rings. And rings. And rings. Until I get tired of it and hang up.
As of 2008, answering machines have been around at least a good 20 years. I understand not getting voice mail (I've had many, many voice mails from my grandma saying "Erin, if you're there, pick up!!" no matter how often I explain how voice mail works). I understand not having a DVD player, a cell phone, a laptop, even a computer, but for dog's sakes get a damn answering machine and join the 1900's!
Moral of today's story: windshield wipers never work when they should.
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