After resisting the advance of technology for many years I finally gave in and bought a cell phone. A few days later I called my wife and told her someone kept texting me but when I checked I didn't have a text message.
My wife asked who it said was sending a text. I told her I wasn't sure about the name but I thought it was a lady named Betty Low.
After a short pause my wife responded with, "I think you mean 'Battery Low'."
So the doctor came in to ask me about my broken arm.
He said: “Will painkillers help?"
I said: “It wouldn't hurt.”
Voice mail is my sworn enemy! I have never understood how it works. Finally, I broke down and called the office operator to walk me through it.
“I can send you an instruction sheet,” she said.
“Great, fax it over.”
“Sure,” she said. “But fax it right back. It’s my only copy.”
"Anton, am I a good mother?"
"My name is Paul."