Once upon a time, not too long ago, during this century, I arranged to meet a well respected local woman who only used eMail. We set up the appointment days in advance and agreed to meet at a certain hotel at a specific time for an hour and half meeting. She wanted to meet in the parking lot, a small local hotel to which I agreed. However, I did wonder how I would recognize her because she does not use pictures of her self. But, I figured since this was the way she wanted to arrange things, she had years of experience, I'd reply upon her judgement, given she had a couple pixs of me.
I got a slightly late start; between the hotel and where I live are train tracks running next to the interstate. When I'm at the train crossing I turn of my motorcycle, put the lick stand down, listen to music and wait. I arrived at the hotel circled around the parking lot a few times and didn't find her. If I had a phone number I could have called or texted when I got stuck at the train crossing, could have texted I just arrived etc.
Once I had parked in the hotel parking lot I turned my cell phone on, when I'm riding my motorcycle my cell is OFF!! and discovered two mysterious messages that sounded as if they were from a girl child? As I sat there my phone rang, when I answered I heard the little girl whose voice changed into a woman demanding to know why I didn't answer my phone? Didn't I hear it ring or put it on vibrate?! Patiently I explained that it isn't safe to try and use a cell while riding a MC, especially on city roads.
Next I got a strange question, did I want to cancel? I'm figuring we have more than an hour left, so why cancel? Then I suspected she wasn't at the hotel, hence she didn't give me the room number, and hence did I want to cancel and re-schedule?
I'm rather easy going, accept that it was my responsibility to be there at the agreed time, and was going to pay for the hour and a half. Since she sounded frustrated, upset and probably wasn't there, I said OK, but I would like to give you the dozen roses I brought. No reply, just silence of a lost connection.
Later on I met a woman who loved getting a dozen roses along with the bottle of red wine and cheese and crackers, and Thank You card for meeting me I had prepared earlier in the day.
I use a pre-paid cell that has the capability go get on the internet, is so slow, and next to useless viewing web content that I never use it for that.
Since I didn't have a phone number to call or to send a text message to a simple small hick-up turned into an UN-necessary MESS!
I sent an eMail offer to pay for half of the appointment since I believed I had partial responsibility—NO reply.
Around 6 moths later I asked to arrange a meeting offering to give her half of the donation from the missed meeting along with her regular hour donation—NO reply.
Deprived