Ok, first let me tell you. Every bit of bad news that I’ve ever gotten in my life, I’ve gotten over the phone.
The only grandparent I ever met died? They called me.
Parents told me not to bother coming home? We were arguing on the phone.
My first boyfriend broke up with me? Over the phone.
My first boyfriend’s parents calling my parents to tell them in a very nasty, very vulgar way about how I was corrupting their Christian son? They left a VM.
Add to that three years of customer service in a very difficult job, and you see why I hate the phone.
Well, last night I was playing a computer game. Never mind what, just know that it was loud. Loud enough that I could hear the phone ringing but not the message.
Well I heard someone say my name, and then go on to tell me some bad news. I couldn’t hear what, but it sounded like a bill collector. All my bills are paid on time (now), but still…
After I finished playing, I ran over to check it, and…there was no message. I had imagined everything but the phone ringing. (It was a wrong number).
What is wrong with me?!