Unlike everyone else in my company fortunate enough to have a PDA, I have this dinosaur of a contraption that I have to carry in addition to my cell phone. It receives e-mails, yes, but only when you hit a button and the wind is right and all the stars are aligned. There is a phone function, but no voice plan, hence the need for a supplemental cell phone.
The T-Rex was resting in its nest, er cradle, atop my PC tower, when a chime drew my attention from my Google Reader. A phone call! On my PDA! Hark! Who could it be?
Not wanting my company to incur a huge bill for an unknown caller, I hit ignore and dialed the number from my desk phone.
“Hi! I think someone from this number just tried to call me?”
“It was an inmate at a correctional facility,” the man replied.
“Pardon me?” I’m trying to bring “Pardon” back.
“It was an inmate at a correctional facility,” he said.
The number popped up again and when I picked up the PDA, the battery popped out, ending the call and effectively resetting the device. Hope it wasn’t someone I know calling for bail.




