I'm not a telephone talker. The shorter the better and that's why my son, who lives in Chicago, loves to talk to me on the phone. He's not a telephone talker, either. This evening's call:
Me: "Hey! How's it going? You never call me"
Him: "I call you. I was going to call you tomorrow"
Me: " :oP "
Him: "How are you?"
Me: "Fine. Good. How are you? How's it going?"
Him: "Good. Watchin' a lot of TV. I'm watching Big Brother 9 and the ballgame, now"
Me: "Oh, okay, I'll let you go" (now that I know he's okay I don't really need to talk much longer)
Him: "No, that's okay" <distracted pause> "Hey, can I call you back in about 30 minutes?"
Me: "You're hanging up on me so you can watch Big Brother?"
Him: "Yeah, I'm throwing you under the bus for Big Brother. I'll call you back in 30 minutes"
Me: "Can you call me tomorrow? I'm throwing you under the bus for American Idol"
Him: <laugh laugh>
Me: <laugh laugh>
Me: "Call me tomorrow"
Him: "Yeah. Absolutely"
Me & Him: "Love you. Goodbye".
Two minutes tops. Perfect.
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