Pluggers by Rick McKee for February 21, 2020

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Pluggers don’t care who you are, as long as you’ll listen to them. And they have old stuff.

Usually I say “Opps wrong Number” and hang up ;-)

My Mom once got a wrong number caller. She talked to the woman for 45 minutes. I happened to be there and asked her if she knew knew this person. She said no but the lady was nice.

One of the great advances in phonery – Caller ID. If I don’t know the number, I don’t answer. One exception: if I’m expecting a call from a repair person.

You can’t “dial” a number without a dial. :)

Not me. The less I am on the phone the better I like it. I prefer face to face. My dad would be proud of me because I was the complete opposite as a teen and early 20’s.

Finding a phone number is a random guess now that menus are bigger than the phone book.

I heard once of a funeral home whose number was one digit different from a local pizza place and would often get their calls. The director would tell people that miscalled him that he didn’t deliver but only made pick ups.

I talk to telemarketers. Shortest was 3 minutes. Longest was about 30. Not that I was interested in what they had to say. It frustrated them and it amused me.

You knew my mother?

I wonder how long before the word “dial” in this context disappears from the language? OT, I also wonder how much longer the floppy disk icon represents the Save command.