When I call you and you don’t answer, much more often than not, I leave you a message.
And I swear I’m hanging up on the next one of you jackasses who calls me back without checking that message.
Look, you get your missed call and your voicemail notifications at the same time. When you see that that missed call is me, check your voicemail. You may not have to call me back at all. Or, I may have asked you something I’d like you to please tell me when we talk again. Or…I left you a message, dammit!
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Whew Lordy! Amen amen I say to you! Yes!!! I am sharing this all over the Interworlds today.
You just hit on one of my #1 pet peeves.
Here’s another one: I have a very good friend who always leaves me a message that says “Call me back when you get a minute. I need to ask you something”. Why don’t you just ask me the question in the message?!?! Then I can decide whether a call or just a simple text response is in order. But no, I have call back just to hear the question. Maybe this makes me antisocial, but grrrrr…..
Hey, Bo! Did you just call me?
Carol, thank you. Publish it far and wide.
Jenny, I think you and I are very, very similar. I’m highly social, but only on my terms. I remember thinking on a previous post about people knocking on the door that you and I probably had some significant social kinship.
I view talking on the telephone as a means, not an end. If anyone ever calls you claiming to be me and says “I just called to talk,” call the police, because I’ve been murdered and someone’s impersonating me.
Terri, you’re as funny as a rubber crutch, as my mom would have said. And this would have been her 65th birthday, so mentioning her somehow feels right. 🙂