When pundits of technology's absurdity reflect upon the stranger moments that "modern life" provides us, they would smile at the incident that occured in my house this morning. My room mate and I have 2 cordless phones; mine is directly hooked up to our answering machine, his is not. As a result, if you pick up his phone on anything other than the first ring, you'll be treated to answering machine kicking in and trying to record the call.
This morning, as the phone rang I picked up his phone and got to hear a jumbled conversation between my answering machine message and a telemarketing pre-recorded message. Did I even need to be there? I felt like I was intruding on the automated world; I wonder how much of our human conversations are akin to those two babbling messages, robotically repeated with no way of possibly hearing the other.
Reminds me of this...
