continued … maybe I muttered something like, ‘’well, you know how it goes,” blah, blah blah, when suddenly the woman named Linda (who’s pretty aggressive) says rather forcefully, “Why do you think phones were invented?!’’
The first thing I thought was, what the hell kind of bullshit attitude is this?
Was she trying to put me on the spot to test my mettle or something like that?
To tell you the truth I didn’t really care what she said while at the same time some little voice inside my head kept saying, “Fuck you bitch,” AND “Uh-oh, this could be trouble,” at the same time!
And yet, on top of all of this intrigue the question intrigued me! On the deepest level, why was the telephone invented?
It gave me ‘’pause’’ for thought during that brief interlude.
I must have said something pretty stupid after mulling over the question since, when I replied a wall of sound swept over me.
Here’s how it happened … continued ,…
When Carol, (the aggressive one) said, ‘’Why do you think phones were invented?’’ I looked up and stared over at Suzanne’s office, on the other side of Carol’s desk, into the tiny space between the edge of the open door and the window on the far wall.
I don’t know why I fixated on that particular spot. I stared at it wondering what the REAL reason telephones were invented?
I knew damn well they weren’t invented so people could be called for work assignments! I mean, did Alexander Graham Bell even consider that some day there’d be answering machines?
I was being totally over analytic as usual mulling this stupid question over and over in my mind coming up with all kinds of thoughts on the subject.
For a split second I even saw Alexander Graham Bell calling his assistant (what was his name Watson? ) to come upstairs because he had spilled acid on his hand.
All of this thinking and wondering happened within a split second but I guess the timing was perfect you know, one beat, two beat … .
The room got real quiet. Suddenly it dawned on me. I didn’t know why the fucking telephone was invented!
I went from being confused to concerned. I know it showed on my face. Maybe it looked like I had been deep in thought and was about to speak a pearl of wisdom.
So I said, ‘’Well. I don’t know why the telephone was invented.’’
Suddenly it seemed like all my senses shut down completely, when a wall of sound suddenly washed over me! You know, that high pitched cackling noise groups of women make when they all start laughing at then same time!?
Don’t they call that the G-NOTE or something like that?
That explosion of sound practically knocked my head backward!