tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780547696687100620.post7351498028871086662..comments2023-09-13T07:49:41.738-07:00Comments on Musings from Mâvarin: My Nemesis, the TelephoneKaren Funk Blocherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16860091802901743222noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780547696687100620.post-39541583486652997602004-08-23T01:24:00.000-07:002004-08-23T01:24:00.000-07:00Oh boy. I am NOT a phone person either. I hate cal...Oh boy. I am NOT a phone person either. I hate calling people I don't know. I would let my work phone go to voice mail as often as I could get away with. LOL I don't make any appointments or call for information in this house if I can get away with it. That's John's job. ;-) -BAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780547696687100620.post-17750640201622076932004-08-24T14:40:00.000-07:002004-08-24T14:40:00.000-07:00For someone who professes a dislike of them, you s...For someone who professes a dislike of them, you seem to have a lot of phone-related stories to tell! I'd never heard the name Ericafon, but once seeing the pic, I remember those phones, too. I'm no great phan of phones either.. must be the only person in this city who doesn't own a cellular ph. ¤HollyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780547696687100620.post-88345772916349498702005-07-03T02:06:00.000-07:002005-07-03T02:06:00.000-07:00WellI can certainly understand your dislike of pho...Well<br><br>I can certainly understand your dislike of phones. This story reminds me of one of my more famous foibles...getting names right! One day I had to make a call to have my mom placed on a list of Call Alerts. The man who ran the program at out local hospital had what I thought was a very funny name. Harry Mutton. I mused about how it must have been going through life with that name. Laughing and laughing. Well, Mr. Mutton didn't find it very funny and I felt really bad for my rude behavior so I apologized. He was quite gracious and gave me his business card before leaving my office. It turns out his name wasn't Harry Mutton...it was Harry Martin. I had just spent the better part of an hour calling a nice man, Harry Mutton. I had to make it right so I got my courage up and called him later. He then understood and was quite kind. Yeah, I can relate. :)<br><br>Always, Carly :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com