Eb Griper’s problems with robo calls
The prevailing image of Ebeneezer Griper in my mind is a grumpy old man frowning as he reads his daily newspaper. The other day I ran into him frowning at his cell phone. It was at Eb’s favorite coffee shop. I had stopped in for a cup o’ joe and saw him sitting in his favorite booth at the back of the shop. “Where’s your newspaper?” I asked as I slid into the booth. Eb looked up with an even deeper frown. “Who can read a newspaper when your cellphone rings all the time?” Eb grumbled. “Women looking for a good time, I assume.” “You ain’t funny, fat ...