The Embarrassment Of Redial
 

Well, what do you know ...

Here I was ... working at the house (I'm cleaning and organizing the basement - installing shelves and hanging things on little pegs and stuff). Sometimes, as is my wont, I talk to myself when I'm working - kind of like Tony Stark does except that I don't have a super computer or cool robot assistants who respond. At some point during my activities, I accidently hit the button on my blackberry that activates my "favs" and, wouldn't you know, up and dialed the beautiful and witty Mrs. FAX who listened for some minutes to me as I held a private conversation with myself that included a plethora of highly profane statements directed at my drill and some carefully chosen insults intended for a dozen or so heavy boxes. The poor girl had no idea I cursed so forcefully and eloquently at inanimate objects and the like. Anyhow, she called me back later, told me what happened, and said she had considered calling the police because it sounded as though I was in the midst of a brawl with some evil intruder and, in my panic, dialed her number instead of 911.

I can't decide if I was in the wrong or if the beautiful and witty Mrs. FAX should have hung up when she realized what was happening. I feel like I've been violated. I don't know whether to take away her phone as punishment, send her some flowers, or call a marriage counselor. This could happen to anybody, right?

FAX

Disclaimers: Sorry if re-post. Sorry if nobody else's damn business.

I feel your pain, FAX. I got a new mobile phone a few weeks ago and my wife has a habit of asking me an inordinate amount of family questions when I travel. She called me about ten times one day when I was on the road about some of the most basic sh*t, and I finally said, "Honey, can we discuss these when I get home tomorrow?" She said, "Okay." And we hung up. Unfortunately, I did not hit the "End" button as I thought I did.

Owie. That's rough. So far as I know, I didn't say anything negative about the beautiful and witty Mrs. FAX although I well could have since this whole, fabulous basement re-organization idea was her brainchild.

What happened to you sounds terribly awkward and potentially dangerous, Mr. Donger. But, if it's okay with you, I'll go ahead and feel better in the knowledge that others have had similar experiences.

FAX

You may indeed.

I read a newspaper article about this once. Apparently redial has ruined more than one relationship.

Well why not? Unacceptable for a multi-billionare like yourself.

I'm glad I have a flip phone. I've never "redialed" anyone, as far as I know anyway. A coworker has called me twice on purpose and three times because his leg somehow found a way to call me.

Sounds like an interesting read.

As I can now speak from direct experience, I have no doubt that the article to which you refer is true, Mr. Rain Man.

Redial is a pox on our spouses.

FAX

So far I have resisted getting a cell phone. Unfortunately, forces are conspiring against me and I have a sinking feeling that my freedom will soon be coming to an end. It's good to know of this pitfall in advance. Now whenever I get off the phone I'll have to remember to dial some corporate number that has a computer answer the phone as a protection against the redial.

It has happened before from experience but luckily it was just my sister.

You can tell her it was me.

You really should have said her leg, no matter what the truth is.

Not redial but a friend opted to take his girlfriend instead of his wife on a trip from Kansas to Texas. On the trip back he called the wife and failed to hit the "end" button when he hung up. His wife then listened to everything they said for the next 3 hours. I don't know how he avoided a divorce over that.

Pathetic clingy wife?

Fight it, man. I still don't have one.

For ****'s sake, leave a message. If I want to talk to you, I'll call you back.