This example of
Why Parents Shouldn't Text cracked me up, reminding me of an old paranoia
of my own:
...whenever she was slow to return an email, I'd start
fidgeting with anxiety...After guzzling a liter of so of Diet Coke while hitting CHECK MAIL (or whatever the fuck the equivalent was back in the Dark Ages of Hotmail) approximately
91,000 times, finally I would shoot an as-casual-as-could-seem
possible, just shootin' the breeze email over to Op, "hey, checking to
see if my email is down, hit me back." To which he would reply within
about 30 seconds. "Works here." Of course once he caught on to
what I was doing with my little recon/scouting emails, his replies would
come in about 4 seconds, with a MUCH more gleeful tone: "working great,
pods! :)" Grrrr.
Sigh. I have officially become the un-shameable.
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