Thanksgiving Conversation
I can’t remember why, but for some reason over Thanksgiving my mom turned on her cell phone, something she never does unless she’s on a road trip. When she turned it on the phone made an audible alert.
Mom: Oh, somebody’s calling just as I turned it on.
Me: It’s probably just telling you you have a voice mail.
Mom: Oh. No, wait…it says ‘new voice message.’ What does that mean?
Me: …
Mom: Is that the same as voice mail?
Me: Yes.
As My Baby pointed out, what’s odd here is that “mail” in “voice mail” is really a misnomer. There’s nothing mail-y, in the postal service sense of the word, about receiving a voice mail. But here they’ve tried to be more accurate in their naming and it’s only confused things.
Someday I will be old. This fact is often presented to me in such stark ways that there is no way I could overlook it.
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