The Park, Sunday Afternoon
Rube didn't typically like cell-phones. But when he'd been transferred to New Orleans George had begged him to get one so they could stay in touch. As long as he just used the phone feature and didn't try to do anything else with it, he was fine.
He hadn't even used the address book. He had George and Roxie's numbers written down in his own address book.
He listened to George's tale of the man who'd replaced him and everything that happened as a result and sighed.
"Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way Peanut. Even I did. Sounds like things are doing just fine now though?"
Finally, the conversation was done and Rube managed to remember how to hang the phone up. Then he frowned at it. Just didn't have the charm of a letter. A real letter, not this e-mail bullshit.
Leaning back on the bench, he tossed out bits of croissant to the ducks.
[Open! The Dead Like Me Movie is on DVD! Is good, though, sans Rube. *sniff*]
He hadn't even used the address book. He had George and Roxie's numbers written down in his own address book.
He listened to George's tale of the man who'd replaced him and everything that happened as a result and sighed.
"Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way Peanut. Even I did. Sounds like things are doing just fine now though?"
Finally, the conversation was done and Rube managed to remember how to hang the phone up. Then he frowned at it. Just didn't have the charm of a letter. A real letter, not this e-mail bullshit.
Leaning back on the bench, he tossed out bits of croissant to the ducks.
[Open! The Dead Like Me Movie is on DVD! Is good, though, sans Rube. *sniff*]