You know, I’m the kinda person who cares very little about where folk are from. Nobody’s got a choice in that. It ain’t about what you’ve got mixed up in you that’s gonna make you a better or worse person to me either. It’s about how you’re interrelating and what’s going on up in that head for me.
When I’m looking at things with my natural eye, it can be a little on the wicked side and I say wicked not so much to mean being bad but it’s also my impatient and curious side. You know, that part that says “See what that fruit tastes like from that tree over yonder.” You get what I’m saying? We all have layers to us and Lord, help my natural side. It needs a spanking sometimes.
I said all of that to say this. It annoys the shit outta me when folk don’t know how to get off the phone. Some folk know how to accomplish getting off the line efficiently. Others don’t. You know what I’m talking about? Those long good-byes can be stupidly awkward. When you think the conversation’s over and it ain’t, it can have you scratching your brain out, I tell ya. Now, it’s real obvious I’m from the south. Therefore, I’m extremely polite. On an etremely good day, that is. What’s thrown me for a loop is when I talk with this woman from New York and the end of the conversation goes like this:
Me: Alright then. So, I’ll let you know something next week. (This, for me, is her cue to say, ‘Okay. Bye’ or something like that.)
NY Woman: Okay. You think you’ll call by the end of the week, maybe?
Me: Sure, yeah, I’ll call then.
NY Woman: Well, if I don’t pick up, I’ll give you a call back. The phone doesn’t always pick up signals in the building.
Me: That’s fine. Just give a call back and we’ll talk. (By this time, I’m hunching my shoulders and wondering if my last comment left it open for her to keep talking instead of telling me ‘Bye.’)
NY Woman: Alright then. Everything’s good. That’s real good.
Me: Yes, yes. Okay, we’ll talk next -.
NY Woman: Good, good. Okay. Real good.
Me: Yeah. Well, let me go now. I’m heading out and need to pay attention to the road. (Actually, I’m heading to the bathroom for a much needed piss by now)
NY Woman: Oh, okay then. We’ll touch base again next week…
This is the kinda situation that makes me think about where folk are from. Long good-byes ain’t what I expect from New Yorkers. After talking with her, I’m like, shit, I’m about ready to smoke a cigarette after all that or take me a nap. If she were an older type woman, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Over time, I’ve learned patience. I just don’t like when folk don’t know how to end a call. I’m known for not even saying bye. Most times, the person I’m talking to knows when the conversation’s over, so I’ll typically say something like, ‘Okay’ and hang up. I do, however, recognize that some folk require formal closure to the conversation. I can do that. I simply want the call to end.
Look, I’m a busy woman, folks. I have to keep the batteries in my remote charged, vacuum the little dirt from the borders of the walls, keep the clocks synchronized from one room to the next and peep out my windows periodically to see what’s happening in the neighborhood. Maybe I shouldn’t assume everybody’s as busy as I am.
How do you stop the wind from coming through the other end of your telephone line?