RK: I dont' have to answer my phone in my home at anyone's say so but mine.
Idiot: What if it's important?
RK: What if what I'm doing is important?
Idiot: Okay, so what were you doing that was so important you couldn't take two minutes to answer the phone?
RK: Fucking.
Idiot:
Insert incredibly awkward screeching halt to the Third Degree.RK: So, yeah. Not sure if I remember exactly, so it was either that or I had my mouth full.
Idiot: Okay, you know what? You don't have to be like that about it.
RK: Why? You asked. You had to know what I do in my home on my own time. Now you know.
Idiot: Well, I don't need to know this.
RK: Evidently, you DO or you wouldn't be being such an asshole about it! Maybe people do things other than sit around and wait for you to call!
It was a younger guy, too. So maximum awkwardness factor. And I knew it was him, too, because the phone kept ringing and he kept calling back to the point I was tempted to stop what I was doing, go in there, and yank the thing out of the wall. And he finally left a snotty message on the machine (this was years ago at my old place, we had an answering machine). So I know exactly who was calling and when.
He wanted to talk about a fucking LARP. Which probably goes a way to explaining why it didn't occur to him that somebody might choose getting laid over answering a damn phone call.


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