Earlier this afternoon, I did something and…well, I felt as dumb as the Log Cabin Republicans must feel today. To explain this, I need to explain that when I go out, I put my home phone number on call forwarding to the little cell phone I carry in my shirt pocket. I also need to explain that there's another cell phone in my car and that there are three "speed-dial" buttons on the steering wheel. One calls my home, one calls my friend Carolyn and the third calls my mother.
I was driving to a meeting with a fellow named Rob and thanks to an obscene amount of traffic, I was running late. Alas, I did not have Rob's number so I couldn't call to tell of my plight. I was hoping he'd phone me.
I had to call Carolyn so I hit the speed-dial button for her and just as it started ringing, the cell phone in my pocket went off. Thinking it might be Rob, I hung up on the Carolyn call before she answered and I answered the other phone. There was no one there.
So again, I hit the speed-dial button for Carolyn and again, just then, my breast-pocket cell phone rang. Again, thinking it might be Rob, I disconnected the Carolyn call and answered the other phone…and again, there was no one on the line.
That's when I figured out I'd been hitting the first speed-dial button instead of the second. I was hanging up on myself. Brilliant.