No one, NO ONE, is too busy to sign off of a telephone call in a polite manner. I don’t care if you’re the president of the United States or the actual Queen of Sheba; tell me how nice it was (or wasn’t) to hear from me, and wish me good-bye (or if you’re mad, make it official with a solid “good day”). I wish I could tell you that my argument is 100% manner-related, but truth be told it’s only about 50% manners. 25% of it is punctuation and 25% of it is like an itch that needs scratching.
PUNCTUATION- I just imagine thing looming over my head in a cartoon speech bubble:
THE ITCH- It’s like leaving the house with the jam jar lid not screwed on. Or like getting out of a bath but not letting the water out to drain. Or like buying flowers but not putting them in water. It’s unfinished business and it’s sloppy and don’t let me ever talk to you on the phone without you saying bye.
My Dad loves to say bye. At the end of every call he says “Ok bye, love you, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye” as he replaces the receiver, and it’s the most comforting thing in the world because it’s a whole phone call that’s neatly packaged and sealed, the end, till next time.
Miranda Priestly is the only person I can think of who has my permission to do whatever she pleases because she’s a self-confessed villain and you know that that’s what you’re in for when you choose to chat to MP. But even she manages to sign off with a coy “that’s all.”