I went to a local Best Buy yesterday to have a car radio installed that would play mp3 files. A young lady with spiked hair filled out the paperwork, then told me I could go off and shop or whatever, she would call me when the work was done.
“But,” I told her, “I won’t be at home.”
Then I realized that under “Home Number” on the paperwork they wanted, of course, my cell phone number, not my old-fashioned wired telephone number at home!
Silly me…..
Haha, I’d be the same and I’m 32. 😉