At work today my phone beeped to tell me it had failed to download a picture message from my sister. One single picture message – only one.
Beep beep, it said, forlornly.
It’s ok, Phone, I told it. It’s from my sister. It’s probably a picture of a fat pigeon or our dad asleep in a chair, that’s what she usually sends me. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate each and every picture, but they can wait til after 5pm. No big deal.
Beep beep, it repeated.
It’s fine, Phone, forget it, I said.
Forget it, Phone. No big deal. Stop trying.
I gave it a stern look.
I put it in a drawer.
I took it out the drawer and looked at it in disbelief.
Then it stopped. Apparently seven times is the right amount of times in three minutes to inform me it can’t get a picture message.