You probably don’t spend too much time talking on the phone
these days.
You probably text more than talk.
You’re in…you’re out.
Don’t forget, to bring your pants home, this
time!
Texting is short and simple.
Talking, is not.
“How
are you? No, I didn’t know about your eczema flare up. Yes, I did see that
movie. No, I won’t tell you how it ends. No, I didn’t see that one…oh, he was
dead the whole time…no kidding. So, you ended up with sausage instead of
meatballs? I suppose that was a nice
change. How long of a procedure is that?
I have no idea if it’s considered cosmetic or not. Well, your guess is as good as mine. Okay, I
guess your guess is better…I guess.”
Talking can drag on…for a while.
Especially when you’re not quite sure how to get off the
phone.
Even after 8 hours.
You could use the direct approach.
“Holy
Moly, my kitchen is on fire…I have to go!”
Or Holy Moly, whatever…fill in the blank.
Because Holy Moly is always a good go-to escape route no
matter what you attach to it.
Or you can be even more direct…
“You know I really don’t care about anything you’re saying…in fact,
while you’ve been yammering on and on for the last hour, I’ve been cleaning my
oven, and the hour before that I was counting the litter in in the litter box.”
You could say that…some people do…not saying who.
Although, unfortunately, for the most part, people don’t like
to be rude.
