I have a wonderful use for the phone, an alarm clock that plays beautiful melody. For most times, I let it ring and screen my calls. There is a caller ID which is a very nice feature. This is the one of gizmo that I might say a necessity in a household equipped with an answer machine pre-recorded voice. I had so much fun when I first installed this machine. It was a surprise to my sisters that I finally starting to blend in. Beings sisters, they are nosey, called me and left messages. Sister #4 – what is your name, you manly voice. Who am I phoning here? (laughter in the background) Sister #6 – You are hiding a man in your house (more laughter) Sister #5 – I like your answering machine. It’s very nice. Back in the Philippines, we had party lines. I used to entertain them on the phone just because I was being naughty. One party line became so enamoured with my voice. Pretty scary because he came all the way to my place and left me a gift at our door step. That was the end of my relationship with a phone pal when Mother found out. Grounded, I am no longer to use the phone. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Phone. Come and join us, it’s fun. A request to the readers: No pingback please unless you have actually read, left a comment or liked this post. Thank you for your consideration.