Shame On Me
While I was on my two week semi-hiatus, I got a phone call that went like this:
Me (picking up the phone): Hello.
Some random dude: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Me: Well, okay.
(Dude hangs up)
I thought this phone call was pretty rude, not because this fellow told me I should be ashamed — because, oh, I should be — but because this fellow didn’t specify, particularly, what I needed to be ashamed about. Which leaves me at loose ends, you know? There so many shameful things I do. It’s like a hobby. But I don’t want to be ashamed about the wrong thing; that’s just wasted effort. But it’s just so hard for me to choose. So I’m going to let you choose for me. Thus:
Let me know. I thank you in advance for your assistance, and will start being ashamed right away.