The message alerts on my cell phone did not satisfy me; so I created my own. Whenever someone sends me a text message, my cell phone vibrates and farts.
I know it's juvenile, but no matter how old we get, farting still makes us laugh. I laugh every time I receive a text message. What good medicine that is!
Sometimes I am standing with a group of people when I get a text message.
"Oh, that was my cell phone. I just got a text message," I say.
"Sure ya did," they say.
Their disbelief turns to laughter when they find out that it really was my cell phone.
Recently I was sitting on a bench at a bus station. Beside me sat a lady who, from her appearance, could have been a Sunday school teacher, or a librarian, or both. She likely has not laughed in the last 347 years. I received a text. She turned and glared at me.
"That was my cell phone," I said as I reached into my pocket to retrieve it.
But before I could get my cell phone out, she got up in a huff and walked away.
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