I was amazed when a friend told me that she’d never hung up the phone on anyone.
Truly, I was astounded by this news. Survey the women on my mother’s side of the family, and you’ll discover that hanging up on someone is practically a rite of passage. It’s not that we’re rude, and we don’t intend to be mean. It’s just that we don’t like a lot of foolishness. Our tolerance for such things is low. We will hang up the phone in a second to end the madness.
I’ve hung up on people from the cable company, the gas company, the phone company, and my bank; all manner of extremely pushy telemarketers; and of course, my husband.
Me: “Hi Ed. I’m just calling to remind you that I’m having dinner with _____, and you’ll have to pick Thomas up from school.”
Ed: “What do you mean I have to pick Thomas up? I have a meeting at work.”
Me (exasperated already): “Ed, I told you last week and again this morning about my plans. You’ll have to pick Thomas up.”
Ed: “Who is _____? Do I know her? Where are you going? What are we going to have for dinner?"
Me: “_____ is my friend of 20 years whom you’ve met multiple times. You’re going to have to deal with Thomas.”
Ed: “Call Christian and ask him to pick Thomas up.”
Me: “Why do I have to call Christian? Why can’t you call Christian?"
Ed (more whiny than I was): "Can you just call Christian? I’m at a client’s."
So, I’ll call Christian and then I’ll call my husband back, and he’ll probably hang up on me, just to even the score. Whatever. He’s just pretending to be that person. I am that person.
I’ve never hung up on a friend, either of my parents, my children, or any business associates, and I don’t recall ever hanging up on my brother. I guess I just feel entitled to have customer service representatives and my husband do what I say.