
Oh God this is me all the time.
Sometimes Mom will ask me to call someone while we’re driving so I just find the number and dial it and then hand it over and just say “it’s ringing!”
I hate talking on the phone.
I do this too. Also:
Two days ago my mother told me I should call a restaurant for their menu and I sat for about thirty seconds and then whined, “Why can’t you call them?”
Thankfully I was saved by their early opening time which allowed her to get the menu in person.
Seriously. This. Except, I ask my dad
If I ever have kids and they ask me to do this for them, I’ll send them straight to grandma…
I’ve finally grown out of this now I have to be the responsible one! When I live with Brian it’ll be ‘Briannnnnnnn can...
Just did this five minutes ago.