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I have a couple of perhaps irrational angry-making triggers. One or two involve the phone. Let's just say, hypothetically, that my phone rang at an inopportune moment. Further suppose that the caller had a hard time with the "wrong number" concept, so spent a while repeating "hello" dubiously, and then said, in a way I heard as suspicious, "Who is this?"
That might trigger my situational lack of patience, my grrr impulse, and my delusion that I'm a tough guy, so I might say something like "This is my phone, lady. Who's this?"
If this bit of perhaps disproportional not-niceness was received with affronted huffiness, a strange refusal to name the person she's trying to call and, ultimately, what I hear as a holier than thou specifically religious Christmas blessing,* then I might, hypothetically, say, "You too, bitch" and hang up.
And then I might, hypothetically, spend a long time headdesking** over the true lack of human decency*** I'd just displayed. I mean, if such a thing had happened, that was probably somebody's grandmother calling to wish them a merry Christmas and getting confused over newfangled phone technology. If this thing had happened, then I might suck.
If this thing had happened, maybe hypothetical me should go write some porn and refrain from ever answering my hypothetical phone again.
* While I'm much better than I used to be, I do still have some organized religion related issues from my youth. Specifically related to messages I hear as "Why, you're rude/crude/bad/inappropriate/alien/going to hell, but I have Jesus." Which is, of course, not hypothetical lady's fault.
** Or, in my icon's case, headpoling, as the_familiar (who would never be rude to strangers on the phone) amusingly pointed out. (Dirty!)
*** Not to mention lack of originality or cleverness. "You too, bitch"? What am hypothetical I, a puffed up sixteen year old boy?