Remember when the broadcasting day ended with a black and white video of a flag waving in the breeze to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner? There was no staying up through the night only to greet children bleary-eyed and grumpy the next morning just so that one could watch the season finale of Desperate Housewives at midnight.
And the nasally voice that was always there, always willing to help...
"Operator, May I Help you?"
I wish we still had Operator assistance.
I would ask if she could tell me where my son's football kit went. I washed it (and the track suit) to return to the team he's leaving... I now only have the track suit top. Socks, shorts, shirt and track bottoms have all just vanished.
I'd also ask her why the military "powers that be" make illogical policies.
Is it really more cost-effective to post a troop and his large family overseas, then pluck that military member out of job to deploy him-- now paying for a family to live overseas while they bring in another military person from somewhere else to cover the firsts' job? Wouldn't it be cheaper to just fly someone from the states where the family is NOT receiving overseas housing allowance?
Not that I'm complaining, I love it here.
They can pay my overseas housing costs for the rest of my life if they have that kind of money to throw around.
While I have Miss Operator on the line, I'd ask her how she felt about the ELO song...
And then maybe tell her a joke or two:
-*- A young man called directory assistance. "Hello, operator, I would like the telephone number for Mary Jones in Phoenix, Arizona.""There are multiple listings for Mary Jones in Phoenix," the operator replied. "Do you have a street name?" The young man hesitated, and then said, "Well, most people call me Ice Man."
-*- After directory assistance gave me my boyfriend's new telephone number, I dialed him and got a woman. "Is Robert there?" I asked. "He's in the shower," she responded. "Please tell him his girlfriend called," I said and hung up.
When he didn't return the call, I dialed again. This time a man answered. "This is Robert," he said.
"You're not my boyfriend!" I exclaimed.
"I know," he replied. "That's what I've been trying to tell my wife for the past half-hour."
But sadly, there is no pressing "0" any more.
All I have is Google
and it has no idea where the newly-washed football kit is...
| Missing Kit, but not the bib or neon-green gloves |
What are you missing?

I hate missing items!! You search and search to no avail. Sigh!!!! Hope you locate it.
ReplyDeleteOperator assistance would be nice...I miss that too!!
Hugs
SueAnn
I remember operators too... I also miss gas station attendants. They would pump your gas and wash your windshield for you.
ReplyDeleteGood luck finding the kit.
Operator assistance would be super if they really could answer ALL questions!
ReplyDeleteI hope you find the lost uniform. I can remember a couple of shirts my son lost when he was younger. They never did turn up! It would indeed be nice to have the Operator around to answer all of our questions. haha! ;)
ReplyDeleteI miss long telephone cords that were stretched from being pulled across the entire house to get to a room with "some privacy." But at LEAST you always knew where the phone was...none of this 7 cordless phones MIA, only to be found on my son's bedroom floor.
ReplyDeleteI am missing my daughter.
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten about the sign-off on the TV stations at the end of each day, and then waking up to snow when you fell asleep with the TV on.
ReplyDeleteIf you call the Kentucky Fried Chicken help desk, you can ask them anything and they will try and answer. My brother works for them and I didn't believe him when he told me this so I tried it. It was pretty darn funny. I'll get you their number and you can ask them about your son's football kit.
Doesn't it just drive you crazy when something goes missing like that? Sometimes I think someone must be messing with me, how do those things vanish? Hope they turn up.
ReplyDeleteVery sorry about the deployment. There truly is no explaining that one.