I deplore rude people. I have just taken a phone call where this inane woman dialed the incorrect number. After explaining to her as slowly and concisely as possible that I was indeed not Emily and that perhaps she had inadvertently dialed the wrong number, she had the audacity to put the phone down on me. There was no “thank you, I appear to have made a faux pas and goodbye” forthcoming … it was more like a *clunk* as the receiver was slammed down in my ear.
I ask myself why I get annoyed about occurrences like this. I know that they are going to happen. Just like I know that I am going to be cut off in traffic by the taxi driver who has just driven the last 500m in the emergency lane. Still, it pisses me off. I wonder if it just boils down to a lack of breeding?
I ask myself why I get annoyed about occurrences like this. I know that they are going to happen. Just like I know that I am going to be cut off in traffic by the taxi driver who has just driven the last 500m in the emergency lane. Still, it pisses me off. I wonder if it just boils down to a lack of breeding?
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