The other day my boss called summoning me to office on Sunday.
“Public transport is barely operational on Sundays, it would take very long, Sir.”
“That’s alright. What time can I expect you?”
“Monday”, I blurted out.
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Phone phobia is crippling; at 37, I still dread making and receiving calls. Whenever I attempt to make my anxiety disappear, it gets harder and more compact like sedimentary rock and I’m left with a benign yet uneasy lump in my chest – trifling to others but tormenting to me. I say the stupidest things and mull over my foolishness for hours on end.
The other day my boss called summoning me to office on Sunday. “Public transport is barely operational on Sundays, it would take very long, Sir.” “That’s alright. What time can I expect you?” “Monday”, I blurted out.
Swapan k Banerjee
30/4/2021 08:56:16 am
You've hit the spot with a perfect twist!
Swati
1/5/2021 07:14:51 am
Thank you, Swapan.
Pamela Kennedy
1/5/2021 01:09:06 pm
Monday?! Ha! Ha!
Sue Clayton
2/5/2021 02:54:36 am
Phobia or not, it was a brilliant reply. Comments are closed.
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