This is a new invention to me. I’m just now working the kinks out, but I have to say it’s already changed my life. I look down upon phones that require me to pick them up and hold them to my ear. That’s sooo old school. Really, having a phone system that mutes my stereo and asks if I’d like to accept or decline a call is the only way to go.
Having said all this, I now must inform you of the problems with bluetooth. The conversation is blasted throughout the entire car. This is fine for when you are alone. Not so much when you have other riders, especially those between the ages of 2 and 20. Of course there’s a way to disable the bluetooth, but it involves using your hands and I’ve forgotten how those work.
I now have to anticipate how a conversation will go when the call comes in. If the opening line is going to be “Hey, can you pick up some milk on the way home?” I will answer. If it’s more likely to be “What the ‘f’ is up?” I will decline. But sometimes it’s tricky. Like it might come from a normal friend who will say nice things to the kids and just shoot the breeze.
But as I learned tonight, you still must always inform the caller that they are on bluetooth. Because otherwise the kids will hear stuff like this “I was supposed to get my period last week but it hasn’t come. I’m screwed if I’m pregnant because I don’t know if it’s A or B’s baby.” And then you have to explain to the kids that sometimes people take drugs and are crazy. To avoid this in the future, I will never take calls from any church friends again. You can never be too safe.
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