“Oh dear…ahhhh…um…very sorry…but….argh!…can you just hold on a minute?” In high-school, I remember taking some twisted pleasure in watching my father navigate the newfangled technology that was call-waiting. If dad was on the phone, and another call beeped in, he would get a rash from the unnecessary rudeness of it all. He considered the alert of an incoming call to be a personal affront. “I’m so sorry…” he would fluster into the phone, all huffy and bothered, “…but someone elseRead more