Wife's cell phone rings. I normally don't answer it, but it was lying right beside me on the end table.
I: Hello!
(Silence)
I: (louder) Hello!
Moron: This is not McDonald's, is it?
I: You got that right.
Moron: You don't have to yell. You are a (adjectival expletive) (expletive).
I: You are an idiot, ya know that? A complete idiot.
(End of conversation)
In the day in which I grew up and during most of my adult life when one dialed a wrong number he simply said, Sorry, I got the wrong number. And the person who was disturbed by a call not intended for him might say, That's all right.
But what a day and age we now occupy.
And people wonder at old coots who express longings for "the good old days."
4 comments:
The truth is that nostalgia is not what it used to be.
Chuck, true. Someone keeps moving the goal posts. When I was a kid, the old coots yearned for the Roaring 20s, when I was a young man they recalled the Dirty 30s and WWII. I even saw a time when the old people looked back longingly on their hippy days of the sixties and seventies. And now here am I . . .
I love when you answer your phone and are met with a "WHO is THIS?!" to which I reply: "Well, who is THIS? YOU called me!"
People are so angry these days. The quick response is never kindness or a smile anymore.
Lin, I am just perplexed as to why people choose rudeness over civility. Oh, arrested development: perpetually thirteen years old.
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