The Cell

I’m at my lady friend’s house. Wednesday nights we’re on. Friday nights we’re on, most other nights we’re off. But we talk on the phone a lot. Not as much as we use to on account of my new phone plan. I bought a pre-paid phone just for emergencies. I was thinking that I could get along without a phone all together. I’m not much of phone talker. But I do talk to my lady friend, but now that I’m being charged by the minute I find myself rushing through our conversations. She calls way more than what is reasonable, and if I pick up on the fact that she’s calling for calling sake, I cut her loose as soon as I can. We’ll joke about it.

“I’m going to have to cut you loose,” I’ll say.

“No! Okay,” she’ll fake pout.

“Good-bye”

“Good-bye.”

We joke around a lot.

Often times the phone drops out all together whether I talk or not. It deducts minutes without providing a service. It’s quite the racket. I lost three minutes the other night just trying to make a simple phone call. The phone would ring, my lady friend would pick up and then the phone would drop out. I fell for this trick three times before I finally gave up. I find myself wishing for a land–line. I’m not much of a phone talker, even less now.