Sometimes we let our inner child take over
You call to settle the matter right at eight a.m., their opening time. You want to beat waiting on line. Nonetheless, you’re greeted by a recording: “Thank you for calling. We are currently experiencing a heavy volume of calls. Please stay on the line….” This is followed by some loud music you can’t mute.
You’re busy and don’t have time for this. It’s only 8:02 and your blood pressure is rising.
“Mommy, there’s no milk left!”
“Mommy! He’s calling me ‘beaver.’ Mommy, make him stop!”
“Ma, did you see my blue eraser? I left it on the table last night. Ma? Did you see it?
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