This reminds me of when my
"dear departed" Dad decided to get a mobile phone... in his 80's.
Realising his memory was not what it used to be he put a sticky label on the phone and wrote the number on it.
On hearing the news I thought to give him a call and see how it was working out. It went something like this:
Me: Hello Dad, how's the phone then?
<< PAUSE >>
Dad: Hello?
Me: Hi, Dad, it's me!
<< PAUSE >>
Dad: Hello?
Mum (in background): Who is it, then?
Dad: Don't know. They're not answering...
<< PAUSE >>
Me: DAD! IT'S YOUR SON !!
Dad: Hello?
Mum: Oh, for goodness sake!
Dad: Perhaps it's one of those nuisance callers?
Me: DAD... WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
Mum: Are they not speaking?
Dad: No. Can't hear a bloody thing. Bloody pranksters.
Me: DAD. PUT MUM ON THE PHONE!
Dad: Oh sod it. How d'you shut it orf?
Me: Dad?
click......... brrrrrrrrrrrr.....
I went to see them at the weekend, as I used to do. You can guess where he'd placed the sticky note with his number on it? Yep. Right over the ear piece.
Poor old boy.