Miss Lovely and I were commiserating about the extreme torture of a silent phone.
M- The worst thing is hearing that damn noise and it’s not even from him. I fucking hate that. I’ve started to resent my phone.
L- Set up a custom text tone. Then you always know when it’s him.
M- What? Teach me.
Consider this my gift to all of you who are like me, and only concern yourself with the basics. I can answer a call and send a text. That’s enough for me.
But… I’ve been shown the light and I’m here to lead you to the promised land.
Ahhhh. Sweet relief, thanks to my Lovely friend.
Now when a message comes whistling in to my phone from him, it’s the technical equivalent of long distance foreplay…
But the goodness doesn’t end there. I set up a few “warning” tones as well.
That one guy that won’t take no for an answer?
Mr. Divorced who wants me to cook him dinner?
I’ve never enjoyed my phone so much in my life.