A Grave Error
My old flip phone. Old? Maybe eight years. I went back to it last summer, after going through two or three generations of “smart” phones. I thought I was being smart by reverting to a dumb phone. Nope.
Turns out my flip phone is now haunted. I keep getting calls from dead telemarketers, dead crank callers, and dead drunks butt-dialing me from hell. I don’t know which is more disturbing: that these dead people have my number, or that the Verizon network is more extensive than previously imagined.