Cedo Telephoniolo
Well, today I finally surrendered: I have purchased a cell phone and a minimal plan. I’m replacing a VoIP phone which has been less than useless, and plan to replace my pager if this works out. I decided that I’d much rather have the option of working from a coffeehouse a day or two a week rather than being cooped up at home. Although the phone’s only for work, I fear that it might become my master, as seems to be the nature of the accursed things.
I really don’t want people to call me. But given that they will, I’d rather they reach me sitting at a charming table in a pleasant cafe, flirting with a pretty waitress, watching the world pass by & drinking a bitter espresso—yes, I’d far rather they reach me thus than sitting in my underwear, unkempt, unwashed, unshaven, having seen neither man nor woman for days. The former is far more preferable.
