| In the spirit of the general phone-etiquette discussion, I offer this most recent true-life drama:
The Worst Phone Conversation Ever, 4:30 p.m. Thursday:
[Phone: Rinnnnnnnnng!]
Quinn: Hello?
Caller: Hey, what’s up?
Quinn: Er…nothing. What’s up with you? (Note: Quinn frequently receives calls like this from Brian and other acquaintances, and has almost given up on getting names out of people.)
Caller: Not a lot. What are you doing?
Quinn: Who am I talking to?
Caller: Who do you think you’re talking to?
Quinn: Er…Jon?
Caller: Yup!
Quinn: What’s up, Jon?
Caller: Nothing.
[Pause]
Caller: Listen, what are you doing tomorrow night?
Quinn: [baffled] Who do you think it is that you’re talking to?
Caller: I know who I’m talking to.
Quinn: Really, I think you don’t. Who do you think you’re talking to?
Caller: A dumb bitch.
Quinn: See? You were wrong.
[Click] |