Bit insecure, that one
7th September 2007“You’re tired of me aren’t you?”
“What?”
“I can hear it in your voice. You are now bored. Of me.”
“What on earth…?”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to spare my feelings.”
“I’m not tired, bored or sparing. I do have very little idea what you’re on about, though.”
“I called you two hours ago and you didn’t pick up.”
“Um, I was busy.”
“Right.”
“No, really.”
“Fine.”
“No, really!”
“Never mind.”
“Look! I um, I’ve got a bit of a stomach thing, okay? I was on the toilet when you rang and have been there since.”
“Oh.”
7th September 2007 at 12:09 pm
If I’m ever tempted to have that conversation on the phone - which, of course, I’m not (ahem) - I frst listen out for the tell-tale porcelain echo of the other person either being in the bathroom or, even worse, having their head down the toilet bowl mid-vomiting when they pick up the phone. If I hear it, I tread more carefully in the subsequent conversation.
8th September 2007 at 7:58 am
Don’t you just hate it when that happens!
9th September 2007 at 4:19 pm
AUW: Unfortunately, in some cases the sound of one’s insecurities precludes one from hearing rather more important clues. (Porcelain echo. How utterly poetic.)
Imy: Hello and welcome. Yes, I hate that and it happens all too often, too!