Michele is out of town this week, so when I get home, I listen to the various phone messages people have left during the day.
When I get a message from one of my friends (read: another man), it usually is something like, “Dude, call me.”
Hearing the messages that are meant for Michele is an eye-opening experience. The messages are usually one to two minutes long and involved detailed explanations of some sort, that will inevitably be said again when Michele calls back.
I simply am amazed at the length and detailed nature of these messages that explain not only what they are calling about, but their motivation for calling and usually some extraneous topic tossed in for good measure.
Today I listened to call asking if Zoe wanted a playdate that went on a 90 second detour on why an extra helmet was needed during the overall 3 mintue call.
With women’s gift for verbosity, I’m surprised that all of our politicians aren’t women.
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I hear you, Michael…our answering machine needs high colonics every few days from being jammed-up with 2-3 minute messages.
Leaving verbal treatises would be understandable if the caller wasn’t able to be reached or needed to convey specific instructions, but usually the messages are one-sided conversations, the equivalent of spoken e-mail.
I usually let my better half listen to the messages, because I can’t stand to listen to that scratchy, digitized speech that sounds like a radio tuned between stations.
My wife told me that based on generally accepted “studies” women on average say (actually need to say) 7,000 words a day. For men it’s around 3,000 words.
I tell my wife she’s a 10K-er. Then she tells me something I won’t print here. 🙂
Who called?
Aint it fun being mommy?
At least we have an idea of why someone called.
And now we know why the nanny has to have a pad and paper with her at all times at work.
Those messages turn into novellas sometimes.