Goofiest Phone

Goofiest Phone
One of the least expensive activities on this trip was phoning home. Hard to believe, but a five Euro phone card gave us slews of minutes, well over an hour. We just had to remember that we were six hours ahead. We didn’t care, but Steve said he’d prefer to sleep in to at least 6am.

There are two kinds of phone cards: the kind you insert into a pay phone, and the kind with 112 annoying numbers to dial in. (Just kidding. There were only 35.) The “insert-o-card” isn’t very good because the pay phone sucks off minutes just to activate the call, and there is no slot to stick it into hotel phones. The “dial-o-rama” version is annoying, but it can be used in all kinds of phones. It must also award minutes for good behavior seeing as how long it lasted for as much as we talked.

The goofiest phone was the one in the hotel in Venice. I sat down on the edge of the bed, extracted the phone card from my wallet, prepared to dial, and was totally stumped. There were all sorts of buttons, but none that corresponded to any numbers. Nothing I could push! I just stared at it, willing for the “regular” buttons to appear. After several minutes I was concluded it was defective and started searching for my shoes so I could go down the street and use the pay phone, then Jen came over and figured it out. The dial pad was hidden in a pull-out compartment. I was not impressed.

Check out the BEFORE and the AFTER: