A woman I dated years ago called me yesterday; as soon as I picked up the phone, she started screaming at me. Well, not *me*, exactly. Apparently, she never deleted me from her contacts. And, also, she currently seems to be living with someone who is also called Alex.
Anyway, I couldn't get a word in edge wise, and when I managed to, she'd just scream, "STFU!", etc. and keep ranting. So, I proceeded (trying as hard as I could not to crack up laughing) to let her vent/shriek/ overshare-information about their sex life and financial situation, etc. at top decibel-level for five or six minutes.
When she finally finished, I explained her mistake to her.
Her: "Why didn't you say something?"
Me: "Cause you wouldn't let me."
Her: "Why didn't you just hang up?"
Me: "You would've called me back a second later, and been even angrier this time; besides, you annoyed me by not letting me talk and cursing at me, so I figured I would annoy you back by embarrassing you."
She hung up the phone.
Cut to two hours later:
She calls me back, crying and obviously shitfaced, and asks to know my advice about all her problems.
Me: "If you want my advice about Alex, it's that he neither likes getting a lot of distracting phone calls, nor does he particularly like being yelled at for no apparent reason."
Her: "But I haven't called him back yet; and, anyway, HE KNOWS the reason I was mad."
...and then I laughed. And then I hung up the phone.
Anyway, I couldn't get a word in edge wise, and when I managed to, she'd just scream, "STFU!", etc. and keep ranting. So, I proceeded (trying as hard as I could not to crack up laughing) to let her vent/shriek/
When she finally finished, I explained her mistake to her.
Her: "Why didn't you say something?"
Me: "Cause you wouldn't let me."
Her: "Why didn't you just hang up?"
Me: "You would've called me back a second later, and been even angrier this time; besides, you annoyed me by not letting me talk and cursing at me, so I figured I would annoy you back by embarrassing you."
She hung up the phone.
Cut to two hours later:
She calls me back, crying and obviously shitfaced, and asks to know my advice about all her problems.
Me: "If you want my advice about Alex, it's that he neither likes getting a lot of distracting phone calls, nor does he particularly like being yelled at for no apparent reason."
Her: "But I haven't called him back yet; and, anyway, HE KNOWS the reason I was mad."
...and then I laughed. And then I hung up the phone.
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