I absolutely just cannot stand phones. Everything about them, from their obnoxious ringing to the pointless things people say on them, makes me seethe with anger.
Hearing a phone ring, even if is not mine, makes me want to knock down walls with my bare hands. Ok...maybe not that bad, but it's darn close.
Even worse are the callers that just cannot commit to ending the conversation.
What follows is a transcription of a converstation I just had. It is what fueled me with the desire to post this and perhaps feel better for venting.
Sorry it is long, but I couldn't explain it a shorter way.
*Ringggg...ringgggg...ringgg!!!!!!*
[click]
I kid you not, I was lead to believe the conversation was ending, only to have a new one begin, a total of no less than 3 or 4 times. That crap gets my blood boiling.
Sorry to rant. I feel somewhat better though.
Any stories of yours you'd like to rant about?
Hearing a phone ring, even if is not mine, makes me want to knock down walls with my bare hands. Ok...maybe not that bad, but it's darn close.
Even worse are the callers that just cannot commit to ending the conversation.
What follows is a transcription of a converstation I just had. It is what fueled me with the desire to post this and perhaps feel better for venting.
Sorry it is long, but I couldn't explain it a shorter way.
*Ringggg...ringgggg...ringgg!!!!!!*
Me: Hello?
Them: Hey, what are you doing?
Me: ...um...working. [pause] you?
Them: Just watching tv.
[pause]
[pause]
[pause]
Me: Oh.
Them: So how's work going?
Me: Good. Same as always.
Them: That's good. Well hey, I've got to go..I'll call you later, OK?
Me: Ok, sure.
Them: OK. So what did you have for lunch today...Byblos?
[Note: I am now quite angry. This is time #1 conversation was supposed to end only to begin anew.]
Me: ??....yeah.
Them: What did you have to eat?
Me: A sandwich.
Them: Shish tawook?
Me. A sandwich.
Them: Or falafels?
Me: A sandwich.
[Note: How I didn't lose it here, I don't know.]
Them: Lebanese salad?
Me: No salad.
Them: Why not?
Me: Didn't want one.
Them: They didn't give you a salad?
Me: Didn't want one.
[Note: Not again....]
Them: OK. Well, I've really got to go. See you later!
Me: Ok, see ya.
Them: What are you doing tonight?
[Note: OMG!! This is unbelievable....where's my ball bat?]
Me:....buying paint.
Them: Oh ok, I'll call you later then.
Me: Ok.
Them: See ya later....bye!
Me: Bye.
Them: I should get home around 8 or 9.
Me: Alright.
Them: What time will you get home?
[Note: Blood pressure has increased 12-fold.]
Me: Dunno. I haven't rode my bike all week, so...
Them: Oh ok, I'll just call you later then.
Me: Alright...
Them: Gotta go though, so talk to you later.
Me: Alright.
Them: Bye.
Me: Bye.
[click]
I kid you not, I was lead to believe the conversation was ending, only to have a new one begin, a total of no less than 3 or 4 times. That crap gets my blood boiling.
Sorry to rant. I feel somewhat better though.
Any stories of yours you'd like to rant about?