Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Do not call at 1 a.m. and chomp Doritos in my ear, druggie
"Hello?" I croak, sleep and the remnants of bronchitis clouding my voice.
I hear chewing. Chewing! Whose parents did not teach them phone manners? THIS GUY.
" 'ey," he chomps.
"Hello," I spit, through gritted teeth.
"Uhh.... [crunch crunch] Who's this?"
(sigh) "Probably not the person you're looking for."
"Uh, well, [chomp, smack] I was calling about someone who has Oxy for sale. My back is really killing me."
"Definitely not the person you're looking for."
"But-"
[CLICK]
I miss the days when I could slam down a phone. Cordless and cell phones don't really drive the point home.
You could click the "end" button really, really aggressively... but then only you would notice. I miss the old phones too. *sigh*
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