That's all I can remember- I think it was a short story by Bradbury. The funny part was that the man was in constant communication with his wife via his wrist phone.


Ray Bradbury's 1953 story "The Murderer" (ISFDB):

When it wasn't music, it was interoffice communications, and my horror chamber of a radio wristwatch on which my friends and my wife phoned every five minutes. What is there about such 'conveniences' that makes them so temptingly convenient? The average man thinks, Here I am, time on my hands, and there on my wrist is a wrist telephone, so why not just buzz old Joe up, eh?


"But they went too far. If a little music and 'keeping in touch' was charming, they figured a lot would be ten times as charming. I went wild! I got home to find my wife hysterical. Why? Because she had been completely out of touch with me for half a day. Remember, I did a dance on my wrist radio? Well, that night I laid plans to murder my house."

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  • If this is the answer, don't forget to click on the checkmark by the voting buttons to accept it. Answer found by Googling bradbury wrist phone – FuzzyBoots Jun 29 '17 at 20:19
  • And if confirmed, this is a dupe of scifi.stackexchange.com/a/142356/23243 which was accepted by comment. – FuzzyBoots Jun 29 '17 at 20:30

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