A VoIP Adventure
It started off like any other lazy Sunday. Jane woke up, rolled out of bed, and headed over to the local coffee shop. You know, the one that's fairly close to achieving world domination? As she walked to her car with her Venti mocha half-caff iced soy latte in hand, she was consumed with the horrible feeling that she was forgetting something. Jane tried to shake it off as she drove home. After all, it was Sunday, what could she possibly have to do?
She passed a few hours in front of the TV remembering all the reasons she loved the '80s and trying her best to finish her coffee. Despite the relaxed atmosphere, she still couldn't shake the feeling that she was forgetting something. After talk of glam rock and Strawberry Shortcake subsided, some washed up TV stars, a video vixen, and somebody she thought might be a wrestler but could just as easily be the guy who was always talking about "blasting his quads" down at the gym came on the screen, Jane decided she could spend another hour in front of the television. Not that she liked the show or anything, but you know it's just so hard to look away. Then it happened. The phone rang. From the customized tone, Jane knew it was a reminder call. She had forgotten something...Her mother's birthday.
Jane sprang into action. Not only was it her mom's birthday, she was in charge of getting everyone to the restaurant on time for a surprise dinner. How could she have forgotten? Her one saving grace was her VoIP phone, which would help her multi-task the rest of the morning away.
"Curse you, VH1!" she yelled to no one. Quickly she used her VoIP phone to place one call. The service would relay the message onto everyone she needed to reach, giving Jane time to shower, get dressed, and finish that coffee.
She was ready, but she still needed a present. Not everyone had gotten back to her, but she had to leave. She knew full well that her VoIP service would find her on her cell, at her sister's, or one of the other stops she planned on making, so she wouldn't miss a call.
Jane shopped faster than she ever had in her life, and she shopped well, but she still felt like she needed something more. As she weaved in and out of lines of tourists strolling along the street, she reached for her cell phone. She needed to know when her dad and mom would be leaving for the restaurant. Her cell was dead.
"Curse you tourists!" she yelled, blaming them for all her woes.
Jane stepped into her mother's favorite store, rattled and worried she would be late for the party she was supposed to plan. As she entered, a confused employee asked, "Are you Jane?" before handing over the store phone. VoIP had worked and had saved her again -- her father had been able to get a hold of her.
"I'm on my way," Jane said as she hung up the phone, found the perfect gift, and headed out to the restaurant. She arrived just in time to lead all of the guests in a rousing chorus of "Surprise!" as her mother entered.
"Any problems organizing things?" Her dad asked.
"Nope. No problem at all," Jane said.