You awake to the sound of your mobile – an unknown caller. Without a name, you will not answer. Probably another telemarketer, you surmise, or the alumnae association soliciting funds.
Later, while getting dressed for the nightshift, you recall those eighties songs that you grew up with as a kid. Songs about memorizing a girl’s number or waiting by the phone after a bad break-up. How antiquated they now seem in the age of facebook and texting. Like women playing rugby in skirts.
Before leaving home, you finally pause and listen to the voicemail: Daddy, I need help. Please come. NOW!
Later, while getting dressed for the nightshift, you recall those eighties songs that you grew up with as a kid. Songs about memorizing a girl’s number or waiting by the phone after a bad break-up. How antiquated they now seem in the age of facebook and texting. Like women playing rugby in skirts.
Before leaving home, you finally pause and listen to the voicemail: Daddy, I need help. Please come. NOW!
