Landlocked
A couple of years ago, Rob and I decided to get rid of our landline and just use our cellphones. We did it for a couple of reasons; first off, where we live, one phone company had a monopoly and so our bills were higher than we’d like. Secondly, I was sick and tired of answering the phone to telemarketers. So many telemarketer calls. People calling to give us term insurance quotes, calling to ask what kind of juice we drink, and calls to offer us a deal on a boat. Yes, a boat. Pain in the ass. Those calls were not missed when we went to cellphone-only.
Lately though we’ve been considering getting a house phone again. Mainly because the company who does our Internet hosting has finally expanded to bring phones into our area, so the price is better. That way I wouldn’t constantly have to be thinking “Wait, is it after 6 pm? Do I have minutes left?”. Not that I ever used up my daytime minutes on my cell because I barely ever talk on the phone anyway. Plus now there’s the National Do Not Call Registry that takes your phone number off telemarketers’ lists.
Now, of course, having a phone might make people think that I actually want to speak on it – I don’t. I hate talking on the phone. So much. Yeah… maybe it’s time to rethink this again.