Impersonal.
Phone Call
Me: Hey, man – how’s it going?
Friend A: Ahh, pretty good, pretty good… You?
Me: Good.
Friend A: The Prius is in the shop.
Me: Oh yeah?
Friend A: Yeah.
Me: That sucks.
Friend A: Yeah.
Me: You need a ride or something?
Friend A: Naw. It’ll be ready about 5 – the wife will take me.
Me: You sure?
Friend A: Yeah — thanks, though.
Me: Ok – if something changes let me know.
Friend A: Thanks, man.
Me: Hey, you going to see Ironman this weekend?
Friend A: Ah yeaaaahhh. You?
Me: Well, that’s what I’m calling about. You want to go Sunday night?
Friend A: Cool, yeah.
Me: Cool.
Friend A: How about the 9:30 show?
Me: That works.
Friend A: Cool. I’ll see you there.
Me: Later.
Friend A: Later.
Or…
Text message
Me: Want to watch Ironman?
Friend B: When?
Me: Sunday 9:30?
Friend B: Yes. C U there.
It may be rude. It may be impersonal. But I hate small talk. Text for the win.
Hmm…maybe that’s the Prius Gary destroyed.
Laura P
May 1, 2008 at 5:53 am
It was indeed. It was a Prius-themed evening.
Derrick S
May 1, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Have you noticed that Prius rhymes with……?
garythepowers
May 1, 2008 at 6:21 pm