my night off.
listening to the first bit of a mix tape I made for friend in Wisconsin about a week ago. to make sure I don't repeat anything.
grim joke for today: for all I know, everybody else in the world already knows the punchline--but just in case--
last month I went to SLC for a few days. I was attending to family matters & caled my sister a few times, for a few minutes each time. got her machine a few times. I also called my partner in NYC a few times & got her voice mail every time.
anyway, I used the public phones that take ATM cards, even walked blocks out of my way to find 'em, because I usually didn't have much change & didn't much care to pump quarters anyway.
convenience COSTS.
for me, for 3 days in SLC, for maybe 3 4 minute conversations with my sister, a few times when I called & hung up when I heard the machine kick in, a few messages left on partners v-mail &, again, a few hang-ups, & two local calls: $135.26.
one motherfucking hundred & thirty-five dollars and twenty-six cock-sucking cents.
I looked at the transaction record from the bank today, went & lay down with a cool cloth on my head for a while, & then looked at it again & kinda figured out that if the connection is made--doesn't matter if I hang up right away, if it's a "this number is disconnected" or it's a local call--it's six bucks & change.
(there were maybe 3 local calls on the record--each were about 8 bucks & I KNOW I didn't talk more than a minute for each call.)
I'm kind of afraid to look at my bank statement from last month--when mom was in the hospital, my sister & I made maybe 30 calls a day--I gave her my card because it was easier than typing in credit-card numbers--& a lot of the calls were machines or v-mail--extrapolating, I'm thinking it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 500 bucks. or more.)
anyway, like I said, I'm sure everybody knows this already, but if you use your ATM card at a payphone, it's gonna cost ya.
get some change, eh?
listening to the first bit of a mix tape I made for friend in Wisconsin about a week ago. to make sure I don't repeat anything.
grim joke for today: for all I know, everybody else in the world already knows the punchline--but just in case--
last month I went to SLC for a few days. I was attending to family matters & caled my sister a few times, for a few minutes each time. got her machine a few times. I also called my partner in NYC a few times & got her voice mail every time.
anyway, I used the public phones that take ATM cards, even walked blocks out of my way to find 'em, because I usually didn't have much change & didn't much care to pump quarters anyway.
convenience COSTS.
for me, for 3 days in SLC, for maybe 3 4 minute conversations with my sister, a few times when I called & hung up when I heard the machine kick in, a few messages left on partners v-mail &, again, a few hang-ups, & two local calls: $135.26.
one motherfucking hundred & thirty-five dollars and twenty-six cock-sucking cents.
I looked at the transaction record from the bank today, went & lay down with a cool cloth on my head for a while, & then looked at it again & kinda figured out that if the connection is made--doesn't matter if I hang up right away, if it's a "this number is disconnected" or it's a local call--it's six bucks & change.
(there were maybe 3 local calls on the record--each were about 8 bucks & I KNOW I didn't talk more than a minute for each call.)
I'm kind of afraid to look at my bank statement from last month--when mom was in the hospital, my sister & I made maybe 30 calls a day--I gave her my card because it was easier than typing in credit-card numbers--& a lot of the calls were machines or v-mail--extrapolating, I'm thinking it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 500 bucks. or more.)
anyway, like I said, I'm sure everybody knows this already, but if you use your ATM card at a payphone, it's gonna cost ya.
get some change, eh?
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linz:
holy shit! *grabs handfull of quaters*
bettietwoguns:
and now i think you are even MORE swell!!! jessica rabit song . . . i used to sing it all the time . . . fun.