Ah, cell phones. My mom has had one for at least 10 years (back when they were all big and bulky), but the rest of my family didn't get them until after 9/11. I'm not quite at the how-did-I-ever-live-without-one point (I really dislike/get nervous about talking on the phone in general, so I only use it when I really have to), but it certainly is convenient to have. Of course, it's also yet another thing for my mom and I to fight about - my mom charges her phone every night, while I wait until the battery dies to charge mine because that's better for the battery life. Despite what it says in the instruction manual and what a person at the T-Mobile store told us, my mom continues to insist that I'm wrong and yells about how I won't be able to use my phone when I need it if I insist on letting the battery run out before recharging. I upgraded to a new phone a few months ago mainly because it was capable of playing higher-quality ringtones, only to find that the Internet service it uses to download them won't work. I know I should call customer service to figure out how to fix it, but I hate having to do that.
While we're on the subject of parents getting drunk, we threw my dad a surprise party for his 49th birthday back in October at his favorite restaurant. A couple of hours into the party, he was tipsy enough to think climbing on top of the bar and dancing was a good idea. Someone yelled at him to get down before he broke the bar, and he jumped. He broke his ankle and had to wear a cast up to his knee for 10 weeks.
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
Updated On: 1/7/06 at 01:35 PM