Ugh. I hate talking on the phone. My family doesn't understand how difficult it is for me, and I'm so sick of it. They refuse to use the # for my videophone, because they "want to hear my voice". This is what yesterday's conversation sounded like
dad: pschay kev fuot unepta!
dad: zho em ciken the hoar now thow areyu?
me: I can't hear you. Call my videophone.
dad: Oh, but shrant irir orce. You doaz quiet place.
me: I don't understand what you're saying. Just call my videophone or text me.
dad: Kevin. Arghkkaghukkghere?
dad: Just try roosqwenat to what miyan.
me: I cannot hear you. bye.
This was followed by several calls from him to my phone, then a text asking me why I hung up so rudely and didn't answer his questions.