Granted, I'm in and out of France regularly and every time I change countries my cell phone company lets me know about roaming charges.
I am NOT a fan of cell phones except when lost or late, although I do like listening to other people's conversations.
Did Maria give in and go on the vacation her mate wanted?
What happened to Tom and Elaina and why was Elaina upset about Tom finding another women when everyone knew what a bitch she was to him.
Will Pierre remember tomatoes, wine and steak?
I don't want to take pictures or surf the net with my phone (I do that enough on my beloved silver laptop with the filigree back).
The phone did not endear itself to me at 3:08 this morning when it rang. Middle of the night phone calls usually mean bad news from the States. My daughter was staying home on the holiday weekend, so she might be safe? My Mom? A Jordan? What?
The phone was in my a bag in my backpack in my closet. By the time I found it, it had stopped croaking (I set it to a croak so it won't remind me of a telephone).
I checked the messages.
"Roaming charges in France ..."
I wasn't in France. I was in Switzerland.
The phone is still in one piece. I was too sleepy to chuck it out the open window.
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