Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for June 21, 2022

yeh tell that to my boss

If I don’t know you, don’t bother sending a text. Instant delete.

I’m not a texter. Call me.

What’re the context and subtext here, Aunty?

Leave me alone altogether. I am ok with that : )

If it is not important, text me. I’ll get back to you within a day.

So, we used to write letters, and then we had the ability to hear a voice instantly – genius! now the new great thing is…uh… we write letters! (?)…

I don’t own a cell phone, landline only. Text all you want.

I loathe, abhor, despise, detest, & abominate talking on the phone, & only do it if the caller is (1) my doc’s office, (2) a business I’m expecting a call from (for instance the shop telling me my car is ready to be picked up, or a pizza delivery driver needing to be let into the building), or (3) a close family member. Otherwise, TEXT ME!!!

Chances are my phone won’t be on, so calling me probably won’t get to me.

I never answer my phone. I never text. If people need to talk to me, they email me and tell me they are going to call me at a certain time so I know to answer.

Too much yelling on Facetime.

I was at work and the phone started ringing on my desk. I stood up, backed out of the cubicle and took off. Person sitting next to me asked what was up with that. Said I either stare at it until it stops ringing, run away from it, or swat it across the room. I do the same thing when there are text alerts too. Me, social phobia, NAH…

i always smile at auntie’s dim assumption that the entire world is intimately familiar with all her personal quirks, many of which are like today’s, simply rude…