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October 26, 2005
We're Both Mature Adults. No Really, We Are!
On Monday night, the Deer Assassin and I were having a conversation when the Deer Assassin's cell phone suddenly cut out. We had been talking for awhile and I was starving, so I text messaged the Deer Assassin to let him know that I couldn't talk anymore anyway because I needed to eat. Within a few hours, the following rapid email exchange took place:
Deer Assassin: "Hey man, here's what happened. I pulled into a dark spot for reception and disappeared. Then you never called back. You fuck.”
Thinking Fool: "I text messaged you, dickwad."
Deer Assassin: "I got no text from your punk ass."
Thinking Fool: "Delivered at 924 EST: 'U Cut out but i have got to eat anyway.'"
Deer Assassin: "Delivered at 8:50 PST ‘shot it up yo' ass.’"
The sad thing is that we'll actually be representing real human beings for a majority of our lives.
On a related note, how annoying is it when one person’s cell phone cuts out and both people try to resume the conversation by simultaneously calling each other? You know what comes next. Both people go straight to voicemail; so both people hang up and simultaneously call each other again. Once again, both people go straight to voicemail. Then each party wises up and thinks, "Ah, goofball is trying to call me too!" So, neither of you calls at that point and then suddenly you both think, "Oh, screwball is waiting for me to call." So then you both pick up your phones and simultaneously call each other again. At this point when you go to voicemail, if you're anything like me, you unleash a slew of profanities. Needless to say, this is EXTREMELY frustrating.
Alas, I have a solution!
Thinking Fool’s Solution:: Whoever was the initial caller is the person responsible for reinitiating the phone conversation. So if the Deer Assassin called me and the conversation gets disrupted for whatever reason, the Deer Assassin has the responsibility to call me back. Makes sense, yes? Like Wile E. Coyote, I'm pure genius sometimes.
Comments
Good etiquette suggestion. It has the added bonus of allowing people to take turns paying for the call.
Posted by: The Attractive Nuisance at October 26, 2005 08:12 PM
"Take turns paying for the call?" What a fucking gay thing to say.
Posted by: Rookie Fuckwad at November 1, 2005 01:42 AM
