So many people are just thrilled with all the new technology that is coming at us at a fantastic rate. Talking computers, cell phones, reading machines and heaven only knows what else. I am one of those few who are not so excited. I can't help but wish to have access to the good old IBM Selectric. I could do anything with a Selectric. Yes, I could even do columns and set my margins. I am not much of a high-tech person. I guess the older I get, the less patience I have. It seems like every business answers your calls by voice mail. Doesn't anybody want to deal with a customer? Several years ago, I wrote a poem about voice mail. My husband found a notice in a magazine about a poetry contest for the blind in Queensland, Australia. Since I like to write poetry, he convinced me to send in one of my poems. "We can win $30," he said. I wrote the poem and Mike sent it in. He was right: We won. But by the time we received our "$30," it was only $19.95. I also received a certificate. We got a good laugh out of that, and Mike bought me a box of my favorite chocolates. I am sending the poem along with this letter.
Voice Mail
I only want to get the facts
And so I make the call.
There's no one there to answer me.
The voice mail says it all.
"Press one for this, press two for that,"
And I become unnerved.
Do they believe that I believe
I'm truly being served?
When finally, I've lost it all,
I've ranted and I've raved,
A voice says, "Thank you very much.
Your message has been saved."
Please give me back the good old days,
When I still had a choice,
And I was warmly greeted by
A real live human voice.