Pretty much everyone who knows me knows I hate talking on the phone. I don't know what about it turns me into a stammering idiot, but there it is. Calling a store or a restaurant or airline, no problem. But chatting or any kind of social call? Très peu pour moi. I wish I weren't like this, and it is a big problem for me in France, where many of my friends almost never check their email, probably because their life is very full with family and friends without it. It's funny that the men are much more email-ish than the women.
(In France, the official word for email is courriel, but just about everyone who doesn't write for the government calls it le mail.)
This postcard expresses my attitude toward that convenient little thing, the phone. Don't call me. No, really. Don't call me.
Oui, Mamie [Granny], everyone's fine. But I can't talk right now, I'm driving.
