Hello, we’re back and with a real blog post this time! Here are our thoughts on phone etiquette. We hope you feel the same 🙂
Marshmallow:
So, phone etiquette… something quite a few telephone owners seem to be lacking! What I hate the most only applies to telephone owners in households with two or more occupants. The scene is set with the phone ringing and you happily answering with a jolly “hello?”. However, you are confronted, in an inquisitive tone, by a random name I.e ”Bruce?”. There are two things that irk me about this occurrence and they are as followed.
First; if you’re not sure who you are talking to, or are aware there is a one in three (or however many people may be living at the address) chance in getting it right, why not just ask if the person you wish to talk to is in!? And what’s more is, what if they have the wrong number entirely!?… My guess is these are gambling men! They love the odds stacked against them and the thrill of a “win”
The second thing that bugs me is that, should the phone ring, in order to be talking to the caller in the first place, I would, for example, have gotten up from watching tv, playing with the cat (r.i.p Lucy) or eating something to attend to your need of being spoken to at that exact moment, regardless of what I am currently doing. So the least you could do it show some manners and be polite… at least feel like you ringing a bell until I answer is some what of an imposition upon me! All it takes it a curious and simple “Hello, it’s X, is Y there, please?” and I shan’t reply with such comments as “Nope, you guessed wrong. Ok my turn… umm, Jim?”
I do say, what is your opinion on the matter, Acorn :)?
Acorn:
Dear readers, for your convenience, internal monologues are done in foo-she-ah, and annoyances highlighted in turquoise
I always thought of phones as the “magical mirror” featured in the Disney classic, Beauty and the Beast; whereby Belle could “check up on” (effectively stalk) anyone she wanted to, at any time. So magic mirrors stumbled drunkenly out of fairytales and clumsily leapt into the hands/pockets of anyone who would take them by the buttons. These silica sluts ensured everyone got a magic mirror/phone… Then shit got real. Real bad. I have this evening ritual see, knocking back a suggestively badass looking “mocktail” of coke and 7up; while watching an episode of Supernatural and snuggling my nose into the couch, pretending for a few blissfully unaware moments to be less lonely than I really am. I like this ritual; it’s critical in removing myself from the reality of “no sorry, there actually isn’t a 6’2 handsome man reveling in the smell of your freshly shampooed (shut up, go scoff at someone else’s happy place) hair and wiping your free flowing drool at seeing Dean Winchester play Ghostbusters”; but then tring-tring… inside monologue: must be one of those techie ghosts. *vibrate* I.M: oh Couchie, not now ;). Tring tring! I.M: I digress, but still I’d have preferred a more classic, BOO! Whoa.. Almost scared myse.. TRING TRING! Awh balls -___-. *picks up* “yes hello, the f**k do u want? (I.M: I live to please) oh hhaaayyy. Are you busy? Yeah kinda (whatta friend, doesn’t even know about my 8 hrs mandatory TV schedule) ooo sorry (well if you’re so sorry, hang up) this will only take a minute 😀 (It would only take a second to press end call and blame it on touchscreen) I was wondering if you could blah blah blah.. *grunting out the occasional uh huh, uh huhs* kay then! Thanks! Byyee. Byeee (WELL ABOUT FRIKKIN TIME) *Supernatural will be right back after these endless, increasingly annoying advertisements*-_________________- I’ll stay up till midnight and catch the rerun. Oh and I have no idea what she/he called to say. The unhappy end.
Le tomorrow, me and Couchie happily snuggled up while me and Dean exchange suggestive looks. *slow jazz music starts up* ooo… Couchie is that a rat eating up your upholstery or are you just happy to see me? *giggle giggle* Seeing as lunacy and loneliness hadn’t yet completely driven me off the edge, the door was open; which of course warranted the sudden arrival of one or many people, to enjoy with me the most of comfortable silences generated by TV. You see readers, the key word in the aforementioned sentence isn’t comfortable, or enjoy, or which… or heck even TV; it isn’t even the Ted Moseby like style I have delivered this sentence in, (don’t be silly that’s a part of this sentence and not a key WORD). The critical word, my now frustrated reader is, silences. Oh silences. You can have your lamb, I want my glorious silence! only to be recklessly abandoned during adverts. But lo and behold, certain, unnamed someone (MUM!) will answer her phone calls, loudly, while I watch tv! The nerve! At first, I mute it for her desperately chasing the fast disappearing subtitles with my crack snorter eyes; I continue this good daughter charade for the initial few minutes; but there is only so much of “I think the ghost is in the—SHE’S PREGNANT?!” that you can endure. So I start upping the volume, while making “but mmmmmuuuummm” eyes; ah but the old maid sees this as a fight, a fight to the END (of the show)! Dean! Run with-a spoon of sugar! Look out behind for the!-slut! That’s not a ghost it’s a– more sugar J Thank you for saving my-500 pound shoes :o?!.. Sugar J.
-_________________- I’ll stay up till midnight and catch the rerun.
The stick up my bum has gone down to a less infuriating level, thanks to offloading to you dear readers. I hope you’ll tell us in the comments section, what annoys you about magic mirrors/telephones/life in general… and sugar 🙂
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This is Marshmallow doing the “end credits” if you will. Thanks for reading… Oh, g2g the phone is ringing (probably Acorn, so I guess I’m about to be bombarded by hit hard by a lack of manners -_-).
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