Tuesday, I was minding my business, about ready to go to lunch, when my N810 in my bag started making a funny noise. I picked it up confusedly, and it said something about a call from my Dad.
Theoretically, I had known that it could make internet calls, but I assumed you needed a skype account first, so I had never tried. Well, I pressed what looked like the green pick up the phone button, and there was Dad.
Except Dad didn’t think he had called me either, and had no more clue that it worked than I did. We spent a few confused moments trying to figure this out, we hung up and went on with our day.
But apparently, my electronic gadget really wanted me to wish my Dad happy birthday.