I hate the telephone. I never answer it. It is never for me. It is always interrupting something that I am doing, even if I am doing nothing. If I do answer it, I have to chat with people for 5 minutes before they say why they are calling. Or worse, they might be calling for me. If I wanted to talk to them, I would have called them. And interrupted whatever they were doing. If you want to talk to me, send me a text. I’ll get back to you.
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and you really wanted to make sure that if there was a single person who didnt yet know that your late night peeing has turned you into an antisocial curmudgeoun that he or she was disabused of that notion??
Ha! Love it! I couldn’t agree more.