Telephone

Wanna know what makes me mad?

Imagine it's a cold winter's day. You have a nice cup of hot hot chocolate. Watching your favorite shows. You settle down in your comfy chair. When BAM! THE TELEPHONE RINGS. The dang telephone all the way across the house rings. And it's not like you were sitting down for hours and you can feel your stomach enlarging and you need to get up and stop being fat. It's like as soon as your butt cheeks graze the fabric of the recliner. When you're in mid motion to relax. You can't stop. Oh no. You have to actually sit down for a split second and then get back up. It's like the person is watching your every move trying to make life difficult. They think, "Well let's see how they like this." It's even worse when you had a long day at work or school, whatever floats your boat. Here's the thing though, when you pick up the phone guess who it is. That's right a telemarketer or one of those damn recordings. What do you do then. If it's a wired phone you could slam it down.  But if it's wireless you could forcefully push that red button. They really don't give off the same message. Next time this happens to you, yell, "SCREW IT!"  AND YOU WATCH THAT SHOW AND ENJOY YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE!