Five reasons nobody except knobheads make telephone calls anymore

TELEPHONE calls are rarely made by anyone except annoying twerps these days, and for good reason. Here’s why.

Messaging exists

Why phone someone when you could text them? Or send them a WhatsApp message? Or hit them up on Snapchat? Or contact them via Facebook Messenger? There’s a dizzying array of messaging options. Alternatively you can bellow at full volume in a train carriage to prove you’re a big swinging dick in the business world, when actually you’re a middle-management nobody from Swansea. 

The signal is always crap

Smartphones are incredible pieces of technology which sadly have yet to crack the ability to make a clear call that does not drop out every 30 seconds. Even the briefest of chats involves you straining to listen to a muffled voice while you shout at the caller to speak up and say that again. Hopefully the next iPhone will do away with the useless calling feature altogether, much like the headphone jack. Haha, remember how you used to have wires coming out of your head like a 1970s sci-fi android?

They’re really inconvenient

Messages respect your time. They pop up on your phone and let you reply at your leisure, or not at all if you feel like ghosting your ex. Meanwhile phone calls are the equivalent of someone dropping in unannounced and barging into your living room to grill you about something you’re unprepared for. And if you don’t pick up somehow you’re the rude one.

There’s barely anything worth talking about

Most telephone conversations could easily be boiled down to a swift exchange of information. Not even the most salacious bit of gossip merits hours of yapping, and don’t let your conversation-starved partner try to convince you otherwise. And if a work task is that complicated, like building a suspension bridge, maybe it merits meeting in person? Emergency 999 calls are the obvious exception, but even then you could shave off a couple of minutes by not banging on about the victim not breathing.

Everyone’s riddled with anxiety

Mainly due to dickheads bombarding them with telephone calls. Are they going to get fired or dumped if they pick up? Nobody knows. And it’s not until they’ve sat through a rambling conversation about sales figures or what to pick up from Sainsbury’s for dinner and hung up that they know they’re in the clear. Alexander Graham Bell has a lot to answer for, and not just his eugenicist leanings.

Estate agents still not vile enough to put Britain off buying houses

BEING condescended to and looked down upon by estate agents is still insufficiently demeaning to stop people buying houses, it has emerged.

Despite their obvious contempt for prospective buyers, estate agents are somehow still not deterring worthless scum from purchasing arbitrarily overpriced properties. 

Helen Archer, 32, said: “My husband Steve and I decided to take the plunge and get on the property ladder, but the whole experience of dealing with estate agents left us wishing we were dead.

“At our first viewing, a guy called Martin turned up 20 minutes late gnawing a bacon baguette. He looked us up and down as though we were lepers with overdrawn bank statements pinned to our clothes.

“Then he told us a series of blatant lies about the property as if we couldn’t see what was directly in front of us. Apparently the kitchen is ‘massive’. He said that as he was standing outside the back door because there isn’t room for three people.

“We tried a different agency and a woman called Kelly showed us another underwhelming house. This time she just straight up said it was a ‘shithole’ but ‘probably all that vermin like you can afford’. That threw us a bit so we offered the asking price. 

“I think what sold us on the property was not having to spend another millisecond with that horrible bitch Kelly. The house is perfect in that respect.” 

Estate agent Jordan Gardner said: “I love my job, but sometimes the unearned, exorbitant commission just isn’t enough. I might get the next couple to lick the hall carpet in gratitude. Yeah, that sounds fair.”