Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for October 13, 2012

Yes, Pig, it is very weird.

That’s my wife’s number!

Why, yes! You hand over your phone and your friend puts his/her number in.

Now I’m worried.Wait….that’s my number, too!

Now I am a wondering who is ‘One’ on Pigs list.

Who is number one?

Pig is even less knowledgeable about his phone than I am—and I don’t even have a cellphone (one of the one billion in the world who still don’t).

And that’s exactly why I stopped using speed dial!

Speed dial for me means going into the phonebook on my cell phone, selecting the person or place I want to call, and hitting send. It’s about as speedy as actually typing in the number, but at least I see their number before I hit send.

Number one is my voice mail. It can’t be changed from that.

Rat is a friend? Didn’t know he had any.

LOL!!! Remember when you had to memorize phone numbers!!!

“Maestro; what is your first number?”.“Number one!”

I wonder who pigs’ number 6 is?!? . . . ☻

When I was a kid, our phone number was 3 and the phone didn’t have a dial. No kidding.

Why does Goat need to phone him in such a hurry?

LOL xxx

Rat would be very upset he’s not number one

MORE Crocs please.

I never use speed dial. I might have one or two programmed (besides the “1” voicemail default), but I can’t ever remember them. I use F6F5Hellcat’s system (find the contact in my phone book, press send).

Who’s on first?

Pig’s right for once; Rat is a real “number two.”

I can’t even remember my own cell number!

I can think of plenty of numbers and even names for Rat—and none of them are two.

Having read all those comments, I am laughing because all the saved numbers in my phone won’t make sense to another person. I have the Nigerian High Commission and the Angolan Embassy in there simply because they don’t always have someone near the door to buzz me in. If I call then I can get someone to answer the door.

BooMonk… I keep meaning to tell you I’ve been getting a chuckle out of your Halloween name.

My niece called me once (this was well before cell phones) and asked, ’What’s your phone number?’ We were on speed dial and she had to call us to get the number so she could call her mother at work, so she could call us (got all that). It was very surreal.

and when the battery burps its guts, or the bus thinners your phone, my first response is: “good thing you wrote them all down first, eh?” i tell someone my phone number, and they pull out a failable device and enter it. you just lost my business

and a Lot of dummasses with “smart” phones don’t even know their own phone number.

Wow, this is very similar to a news story this week near Seattle. A lost girl was wandering around, and when someone asked her mother’s phone number, she said “two.”Kindergartener found wandering on Tacoma Mall Boulevard

PIG IS PRETTY DUMB.