Push the Little Green Button to Talk

Don’t you hate it when people don’t call you back? How hard is it to call you back? At least call back and tell me you don’t want to talk. “Hello? Did you call me?” “Yeah, I just wanted to talk.” “I don’t want to.” *click* Was that so hard? At least I know you don’t want to talk. Otherwise I sit here thinking you’ve drove your car off a cliff or was robbed or bought a puppy or your puppy was robbed and then jumped off a cliff. I don’t know what’s going on so I can only assume the worst. You just sit there and see that the call was from me and then you turn off your phone and then burn it so you’ll never get a call from me again. I know you. Is it that hard?
And don’t not talk to me for six months and then be all nice to everyone around me in my vicinity like I’m not standing right there. You know I’m right there, standing five feet away, mouth agape wondering why you can’t turn another 90 degrees and talk to me. Maybe you don’t want to ever talk to me again, but I wouldn’t know that because you’ve never said anything. Just say, “I hate your guts, never talk to me again.” That’s all I need, I’ll get over it. Instead, I have to sit here wondering if you’ve gone blind or …you bought a puppy or your puppy went blind. I don’t know just say something.