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All the phones - phone ettiquette...

Got to work, realised I didn't have my ATM card. Pretty sure Dave had it but wanted to reassure myself he did. So, I called home, and got the answering machine. I called Luey and got his answering machine. I called Dave and got his answering machine. Finally, I got through on Bryn's number.

Let's get serious here. A house full of phones - only Ari doesn't have a phone - and no one was answering. I don't think we have to worry about interrupting people all the time just because everyone carries a phone these days... Well, not in my house, anyway.

Dave is always at a loss as to why we text all the time. I talk to the boys via SMS or Messenger all the time. I have even been known to send Luey a message to come to the lounge room, rather than yell for him to come (yes, I'm one of those mums who yell at their kids at the other end of the house to come to me - hey, if it is good enough in nature, then it's good enough for me).

Terrible, isn't it?

The thing is though, everyone knows it's rude to call all but your absolute nearest and dearest on their mobile unless you've already tried texting and it is a dire emergency. Dave doesn't get this.

Dave doesn't get this but at the same time he thinks it terribly rude that people don't call ahead before visiting.

In the olden days, before Graham-Bell invented that life changing thing, the telephone, people would just rock up on each others door and if no one was home, they might leave a note. If people didn't want to be disturbed they could hide behind a lamp stand (seriously, Dave's dad did this once when Jehovah's Witnesses turned up).

It's just the next level of calling before you come over. You text and if they don't text back it means a) they are busy and not looking at their phone right then, or b) they just don't want to talk to you. In both cases, they'd be pretty pissed if you put them on the spot by calling them at that time.

So, usually, I text. Dave isn't good at reading texts so I call him and invariably I get that 'HELLO...' that says 'What now?!' (yes, that needed an exclamation mark to show just how annoyed his sounds). It isn't a pleasant thing having to ring him - I really wish he'd read texts. Also, who wants to ring and take the chance the person isn't driving right then, and that they're not the kind of idiot who answers their phone while driving. Who wants to live with the guilt of someone crashing their car, right?

I should have just texted.

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