He knows me well

My husband teases me about lack of patience with the modern technology known as the cellphone. Many times he's been cut short in mid-sentence because I couldn't hear him for more than 3 seconds so I disconnected the call. I hate dropped calls...with a passion. It's more than a pet peeve. So, the instant I think the phone has dropped my call or the connection has become less than stellar, I disconnect. I jam my thumb down on that "end call" key and derive great satisfaction from it. Kind of the ole, do it to them before they do it to you kind of thing...only I'm trying to hang up on the cellphone before it hangs up on me. Seem unreasonable? I don't think so, either.

Hubster will call me almost immediately and start laughing. He says it's no time that the reception wanes until he hears "CLICK!" and I'm off the line. Never mind that maybe we're going through a rough patch of cell reception - 3 seconds of thinking that maybe the phone call is a goner and it's "CLICK!" - end call.

I'm at work (and it's starting to ice over outside). I just tried to call a consultant 3 times on his cell phone. It never rang. It would just beep at me and then silence and then "CLICK!" I'd hang up thinking the stupid cell towers are worthless trash. On the fourth try when it beeped at me and just before my red map color pencile could jam down on the receiver button to end the call, I heard the faintest of sounds...like a jacket rustling. I said, "Hello?!" And lo and behold, the consultant was on the other end of the line...in Mexico. Apparently, phones don't ring in Mexico and he'd been wondering who the heck was calling and hanging up. So I had to laugh because I know that when I re-tell this to Hubster this evening that he will get a good laugh at yet another round of my eagerness to end non-perfect phone calls with the slight sound of "CLICK!".