I needed to buy a new phone. The upstairs phone, a total piece of crap, wouldn’t dial. Sometimes hitting a number would sometimes send a tone, sometimes not. If there were an emergency, I would have to dial 9999999999999999111111111111111111111111111. I figured that might not be in my best interest. I’ve also been having a static problem with the phone downstairs since putting in the wireless network. Time to upgrade to a 2.4 gigahertz, or whatever the kids are using these days. So if I took the phone from downstairs and moved it upstairs, I could get a new phone for downstairs. All problems solved.
And then, I stupidly bought a way cool new phone that I thought had an answering machine. It was priced as if it did, that’s for sure. No, it’s got all bells and whistles, awesome range, a belt clip and a speakerphone built into the handset (cool!) but it’s a phone meant to be used with voice mail. As in the phone company’s system. Oh well, I’ve been thinking about signing up for that for a while now. Sigh.
