Saturday, November 02, 2002

- Would you please speak

- Would you please speak up?
- You don’t need to snap at me.
- I get tired of asking.  You know I can never understand you when you talk like that.
- You mean in my normal voice?
- Yes, I guess so - if your normal voice is mumbling at your feet while you’re facing away from me.
- That’s an unfair exaggeration.  I just have a quiet voice.  There’s no reason to be nasty about it.  It’s not like I’m doing it to hurt you.
- No, it’s like you don’t care enough to make sure I can hear you.  So okay, you have a quiet voice.  I know it. You know it. But you always talk down.  Down and away.  It’s like you don’t want me to hear you.
- It’s hard to get a word in edgewise with you sometimes.
- You’re changing the subject.  You just don’t make any effort to make yourself heard.
- It would take a lot of effort to be heard over you.
- What’s that supposed to mean?  That I speak up when there’s something to say?  Is that some kind of dig at me?  No wonder you mumble.  So what was it you were trying to say, anyway?
- That’s okay.  It wasn’t important.