Please Press Pound

I overheard a conversation the other day

Between a mother and her teenaged daughter

While waiting on line at Rite Aid

The daughter was on her cell phone

In the middle of what seemed to be

An annoying phone call

I watched as she held the phone to her ear,

Then pulled it away and pressed a button

Held the phone to her ear

Then pulled it away and pressed a button

Growing more and more frustrated by the minute

Her mother asked, “What’s wrong honey?”

“Can’t get through to anyone?”

The daughter sighed, and said,

“It’s automated!

It keeps telling me to press pound!

Where’s pound?”

The mother pointed to the screen on the phone,

And said, “It’s right there.”

The daughter snorted, and laughed,

And said, “Duh Mom. That’s hashtag.

Everyone knows that.”

 

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