There is always something humorous about just about everything. If you are me, it is going to happen to you at one time or another. Just about anything that can happen to a person has happened to me as far as embarrassing situations. You just have to learn to laugh at yourself.
I don’t always use common sense. I am the first to admit this. Since I am in my a “little over middle fifties,” okay I am in my near late fifties. Is fifty-seven late fifties? Sigh, I am not as savy about all the new gizmos and gadgets that many other more worldly people are. My son insisted on getting a cell phone for his birthday two years ago, and since it is practical, and he would be driving, we relented. So other than owing as much as the national debt on cell phones,(we have to have them too of course,) and the land phone, DSL, etc, we had to get used to them.
I personally do not wear a belt, so no little attachment with the cute little cell phone holder on it. I don’t always have a purse right close to my person, and I don’t always have pockets. If I do not have my cellphone attached right to my body, you can bet I won’t know where it is. So where do you think I carry it?
I usually wear bulky pullovers, and sometimes sweatshirts. I am rather well endowed and I sometimes carry my cell phone, in my bra. Yes in my bra. I know it maybe a little unconventional, but it works for me. Right between the old boobies. This is not a problem, except when I was getting used to it at first, I would get shocked to feel this bumblebee vibration between my breasts. If I was in a public place I would be startled. No one knew what was going on though but me, no problem.
I don’t like to answer my phone in a public place anyway, so I would wait until I got to the car and then check my phone. I leave it on vibrate so no one knows but me, well usually I do. Even if I have the ringer on and it plays, some silly little ditty ringtone. People in a store assume it is in some prudish, or conventional area. Unless of course you are in a more confined area.
I teach watercolor classes. They are rather laid back and not too formal. I do demonstrations at a large table and my students surround the table, watching me intently, unless they are engaged in some personal chatter or guffawing over something or other. This time I had their undivided attention, which is unusual. We have become really good friends over the years. I am demonstrating some watercolor technique and all of a sudden my “chestal” area starts ringing with “Bach’s Minuet.” Everyone looks at me startled as deer in the headlights, and then I do what I would never do in public. I take my phone out of my top.
Everyone bellowed with laughter. Because they all know me, and just figured, of course, who else would do such a thing but me. I think I may have started a fad.
So don’t try this with your own cell phone unless you are at home, or you have it on the manners mode, unless you want to make someone laugh and embarrass yourself. Also I have to admit it is handy if you always forget where it is at like I do. I have actually called myself from my land phone,because I can’t find it, to feel in vibrating in my bra. Now that is really scary, to be so senile that you don’t remember it is on your body!! Well at least I can laugh at myself.