Do not want


Vintage Telephone Ad, originally uploaded by Unkoine.

Besides Rattus, I just realised that I really don’t like the telephone much*. In fact, I’d go as far as to say I have a bit of a phone phobia – I neurotically worry about what the person on the other end is doing when I ring and if it’s interrupting them from brain surgery or something. (However I have no problem ringing the doctor’s surgery or the pizza shop or whatever.) But sometimes, when I go to make a phone call, I get a little anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think it’s because, at heart, I feel that telephones are intrusive. And one think I really don’t like is when you’re in someone’s office, either at work, at the doctor, at the garage, whatever, and the phone is ringing, and they stop talking to you to have a long winded conversation on the phone. Hello? I’m here and I’m now. That’s just plain rude. Leave a message, call back, send a text, whatever.
Okay, enough ranting.

* This clumsily constructed sentence is trying to say that I don’t like Rattus and I don’t like the telephone.  I don’t know what Rattus thinks of telephones per se, probably not much, given that they don’t contain any edible items.  Although I have heard of rodents enjoying a chew on the ‘phone cords.

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2 Responses to “Do not want”


  1. 1 jess Thursday, June 12, 2008 at 11:03 am

    Those cats of yours may have brought it in and lost it! my neighbour had a cat who did that. She’d be in the kitchen, and puss would drop a ‘present’. While waiting to be told what a good moggy she was, the mice would scarper under the fridge or wherever, much to the chagrin of poor Phyllis who had quite The Phobia! Good luck – they like peanut butter and stras if you decide to keep it…..

  2. 2 Amy Thursday, June 12, 2008 at 11:20 am

    I hear you on the phone thing! I would so much rather email. Good luck with the mouse!


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