My Girlfriend and her Phone
So as you would probably expect, my girlfriend is also a surfer. Which is really the main reason that we get along, and although she has many amazing attributes (she really does), there are a few that make her a little though to deal with sometimes.
One of these things is that in her house everything has to be exactly right. If I come over and move something on one of the shelves she will walk into the room and see it right away and move it back. Although this game is really amusing for me at times, if I push it too far I normally get one heck of an earful.
So anyway, her house phone gave up one day, and being a person who needs everything perfect in her house, she decided that we needed to dedicate a day of shopping to finding a new phone and I cannot even begin to tell you how many Samsung phones for sale we looked at before she decided that none of them were right, they wouldn’t fit in with the house and the ascetics of modern telephones are absolutely all wrong (as you may have guessed when she is not surfing, she is an artist).
So we gave up, and chalked the experience up to another day wasted to the shopping gods. But on the way home, for some reason we decided to go to this little flea market that we had heard about, and low and behold there was a wall mounting phone from the 1930s which was (according to her) perfect! She loves it even though it now takes her roughly 2 minutes to dial my number due to it being a rotary phone.
So all of this has led me to one conclusion, I am going to stop looking, because as far as I can see that’s when all the good things find you. It certainly did in this case, and to be honest, it’s also how I met her in the first place–