Thursday, 18 June 2020

Dead Zone

There's a six meter across bubble on platform 12 where phone reception just dies. (There's a power conduit under there.)

More than one relationship has hit a snag because someone didn't get a message. More than one position has been lost because someone didn't answer their phone. At least one radio contest has gone begging because someone was stupid enough not to walk a few meters to the left.

Often someone will notice, file a complaint. I smile, write it down, then throw it away.

Look, I love my mother, but everyone needs a break now and then, you know?

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