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i blogged on 2003-05-04 @ 3:39 p.m./b>

Technically Challeneged

Ok. So I've spoken before, about my dad, the Mechanical Engineer.. you know the one... loves to critique my driving on the way to the chiropractor... ok..

So.. Dad is doing this consulting in Sydney.. and he needs a mobile phone to contact the guy at the parking station in sydney to unlock the gates for them.. and insists on taking my mobile phone.

Let me just paint a picture for you.. The last time My dad went to Sydney and insisted on taking my mobile phone, I sat him down, and gave him a lengthy lesson on how to lock and unlock the keypad, make a call, receive a call and hang up. For a mechanical engineer, he's petrefied of technology, the irony is uncanny..

Well, that little trip ended up with Dad, victoriously phoning home when he got to Sydney to prove that he could make a call... 10 minutes later when i went to use our home phone, I couldn't because there was this conversation on the other end of the line, at first I thought we had crossed wires, but it then i realized that dad hadn't hung up the phone.

I then spent the next 5 minutes screaming and whistling on the top of my voice "DAD!! HANG UP THE PHONE... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD"

Eventually they pulled up at a set of traffic lights and I heard this voice say "Bill, theres a weird noise coming out of your phone"

So Dad gets on the phone..

"Uh... Hello?"

"DAD! YOU DIDN'T HANG UP!! YOU PROMISED ME YOU KNEW HOW TO USE MY PHONE. YOU DIDNT HANG UP DAD!!!!"

"Oh, sorry Darl"

"DAAAAAAAAAAAD SHIT! ITS A MOBILE PHONE, NOT A COMPUTER GUIDED NUCLEAR MISSILE!"

*CLICK*

So.... Dad has been trying to butter me up all day to borrow my mobile phone...

I need my mobile... he's not having it..

He refuses to get a mobile because "I don't know how to use them, and I don't want everyone to be able to contact me"

"WELL T.S!"

So, I remembered today that my old Nokia 3210 is sitting in the bottom of my draw.

I drove into Toronto, bought him a starter pack for the phone, and Bob's your Uncle... he has a mobile phone!

He can waste his own credit!

Shmeh!

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