It Becomes Clear

I have an almost psychotic aversion to the telephone. The advent of the cell phone didn't do much to assuage me.

But sometimes the answers to life's mysteries aren't deep and they aren't complex. They're just not always obvious.

I settled in for the first real night's sleep I've had in a very long time. I was probably out cold by 10 PM. At 10:30 PM or so, my cell phone rang. Normally, the phone is off at night for idiocy prevention, but I forgot to extinguish it, and an idiot from work made it through.

Now, two things here:

My co-workers are nearly all idiots, of that I'm convinced.

We are not doctors. There is nothing, I repeat nothing, that I can do for anyone in my business at 10:30 PM on a Friday night. Nor will I be doing anything business-wise, at 10:30 PM on a Friday night.

So I didn't answer it.

This morning I approached said Idiot to find out what was so urgent that it couldn't wait 10 hours or so, and he had a question so inane that I had to restrain myself from calling him an imbecile, since I've made it clear that he is an idiot, and two bad names could be too much for his brain.

But see, that's not it, though.

I went through my call list in the phone. I think the list holds 50 or so calls and as I scrolled through, I realized that almost every single time that number rings, it's someone calling about something they want from me or need from me. Favors, money, "gimme-gimme-I-want-I-want".

Program note:Now I know some people are very, very literal. I did say "almost every single time that number rings"

So who could blame me, really? Maybe if one of those people, once in a blue moon, called to just say hello, or offered to do something for me I might not spend so much time ignoring calls or wanting to smash the phone.

Dr. Phil Moment:I've actually smashed a few phones in my life,by the way. Cass can tell ya about that I think.

What do you think? Am I completely nuts? Or would this be justifiable phone-icide?