A true call.
*Ring Ring*
Me: Hello?
Emmeline: (silence)
Me: Hello?
Emmeline: (silence)….Hello?
Me: Hi!….(silence)
Emmeline: (silence)
Me: (silence)…Hi?
Emmeline: Hello. (silence)
Me: Um…..what is the reason for this call?
Emmeline: What?
Me: What is the reason for your call?
Emmeline: Are you drunk or something?
Me:….uuuuuuuuuuuuh….*looking both ways, confused*…….wouldn’t that be nice?
Emmeline: (Silence)
Me: Hello?
Emmeline: Hello? Well, anyway- could you send the list of people who tell you they can come to the party to me, so I can get a count.
Me: Sure.
Emmeline: OK. (silence)
Me: OK….bye?
And this is why I stick to texting.
That is not how the phone call ended and you know it.
. We had a thoroughly normal conversation after momentary lapses on your end in the ability to converse like a normal human being.
Because…as we all know, inquiring after the reason for someone’s call is reserved only for the incoherently inebriated.
I’m coming!