A Moment in the Life of a Repressed Extrovert
April 21, 2007 · Print This Article
There were two choices in Friday traffic, only two, and though the correct way seemed oh-so-clear, I chose the wrong road. Totally. Start… stop. Start… stop. Start… stop. START… STOP.
I seethed. I railed. I expressed my frustration in less-than-ladylike terms. Finally, I dialed TGIM.
“Argh! I am SO mad! I totally chose the wrong road! This way is usually quicker, but not today, NOOOOOO, and these morons are NOT moving and I am NEVER going to get home, just so you know! NEVER! Just don’t even think about seeing me for HOURS! I’m not even kidding! OH! MY! GOSH! This idiot just CUT ME OFF! Way to go, loser! MAN! IDIOT! Aaaaaargh!”
There was silence on the other line for a moment, then, “Um… okay. Is there anything else?”
“Anything else?” I asked, maneuvering past some genius who apparently thought driving fast in the fast lane was more of a suggestion than an imperative. “Oh. Well, no, not really. There was just no one in the car to talk to, so… um, I thought I’d just, you know, give you a call…”
Another pause, then, “Goodbye, Cat.”
*click*
Well. How rude. Honestly.
You could have just not shown up at home later that night….he would then have called you.
To think from the first line that you were doing a Catrified version of “The Road Less Traveled.” pshaw!
btw - I’ll be in town 5/9 - 5/18 and would love to get together!
p.s. (a gift idea for TGYM to get for you)
Rudeness personified. Geeze! I hope you called him back and hung up on him, uh… back.