Share this story
Close X
Switch to Desktop Site

Press 9 to save

A voice-mail in-box fills up with an audio scrapbook of memories.

About these ads

"I tried to leave you a message, but your mailbox is full," a friend will say every now and then.

Shoot! I knew I had been getting close, but the reason I have 23 saved voice mails isn't because of all those important business calls or even the messages my mother will sometimes leave that are the equivalent of great works of literature read out loud in their entirety.

No, most of them are from Kate.

My cellphone's voice mail has slowly become a kind of virtual scrapbook. Often it's unintentional. The time comes to press delete and certain messages just don't let you. They're too funny or special. So you roll them over, saving them for the future, even if it means having an absurdly cluttered in-box.

There's the time she called to congratulate me on some big news. Of course I'd save that. And there's the time she called to tell me how much she appreciated my taking an overnight bus to New York just to see her for an hour during a layover.

And the call I missed in the middle of the night saying, "Namaskara from India," in which she's whispering and she really does sound very far away. I've pressed 9 to save that one a hundred times.

But there's also the time she called me and left an entire message with a fake, vaguely Italian accent for no reason other than the fact that she was going through a phase where she enjoyed speaking in a fake, vaguely Italian accent.

And the time she called, at first seemingly complaining: "Man, I'm just sitting here on the couch and it's soooo inconvenient. Like I can't stay warm and read a book or even change the channel on the TV," she says. "I need a blanket with sleeves!!" Yes, a voice mail singing the praises of the Snuggie. What kind of person deletes that?


Page:   1   |   2

Follow Stories Like This
Get the Monitor stories you care about delivered to your inbox.