Yes I do. Back in the days when you were still in diapers we had these things called "pagers." They were sort of like a message machine with a portable AA battery. It's how us old timers stayed in touch with each other and they were the reason for knowing where all the payphones in town were. *rocks in old people chair*

One night at a bar my pager was stolen. So I called it and heard it beeping in this one big black guy's pocket. He tried to stifle it but not before I got to him. I don't remember what happened but I ended up with my pager and we all got thrown out. *cest la vie* says I.