A Special Place In Heaven
There should be a special place in heaven for people who do not have
telephone answering devices, one of the most annoying mechanisms to be
brought forth out of modern technology.
Americans will buy almost anything you can plug into a wall that will
perform what the average person could do quite easily.
Remember, we are the country that gave the world the electric toothbrush,
the hot comb, and "Magic Fingers" mattresses, which still can be found
at any motel where they advertise "Free TV" and offer an hourly rate.
A man said to me recently, "I wonder what we did before there was television
remote control?"
I'll tell you what we did. We got off our lazy duffs and we walked over
to the television and changed the channels ourselves. That's all the exercise
some people got.
Hello, I sure am funny
Now we just aim the remote control, and, like magic, the channel changes,
making it possible to watch three football games, two soap operas and a
Jerry Falwell sermon basically at the same time while our bodies deteriorate
and become bloblike.
Besides the obvious interest in gadgets, I think most people install
telephone answering machines for two reasons. Either they want others to
think they get a lot of important calls and can't leave the phone unattended,
or they don't want to miss out on the opportunity to be creative when it
comes to making up a recorded message with which the machine answers.
Most try to put in a little would-be humor:
"Hi. This is Fernando. I can't come to the phone right now because I
am on special assignment for the CIA, blah, blah, blah."
I call long-distance and I still have to pay for the call because Fernando's
stupid machine answered the phone. Nothing funny about that.
I've even heard answering machines do impressions:
"You doity rat, you killed my bruddah, but I'll still call you back
if you'll leave your name and numbah."
Why should I get a James Cagney impression when I call my chiropractor?
Lesson on a dumb gadget
I must admit that because I was the victim of some bad advice, I recently
purchased a telephone answering device. It was supposed to make my life
easier. It didn't.
In the fews day I kept it, however, I did learn a few things:
Most people are too smart to talk to a machine, so they hang up as soon
as they realize they are talking to one.
The only people who will leave a message are those who want you to do
something you don't want to do anyway.
If your mother calls and a machine answers the phone, she either is
afraid something is wrong with you or that you are doing something you
shouldn't be doing.
I returned my answering machine and got my money back. I immediately
phoned Falwell to see if I still had a shot at the special place in heaven.
"Hi. This is the Rev. Jerry Falwell," began his recorded answer. "I
can't come to the phone right now because I'm on special assignment for
the CIA . . . "
I hung up. Heaven can wait. |