A Comment on Comments

Thanks for your comments on "Hypothetically Speaking". Mrs. Undaground is pleased to know that children everywhere are injured at the hands of their parents.

Wait, that didn't come out right.... Oh well, I think you know what I mean.

The day that I posted that hypothetical story, I received a phone call from a close friend and a loyal blog reader.

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you about the time we hurt our son."

"Ummm, OK. How are you by the way?"

"I'm fine. Listen, there was this time, when our baby was about five months old. We were at the zoo looking at an angry wolverine, when I..."

"Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt, but why wouldn't you post your comment on the Undaground?"

"I'm not really a 'comment on blog' type of person."

"Oh, I see. Well you know I'm not really a 'talk on the phone' person, so how do we reconcile this situation."

"I just wanted to tell you about the time with the wolverine and the pellet gun and the bucket of pickles and the...."

"I'm really not that interested. If you'd like to contribute to the conversation, you'll have to type in the funny word for verification and use your keyboard like everyone else."

"What if your mom has a comment?"

"She's a regular contributor. She knows the deal-i-o. Talk to you later, bye."

Was that rude of me? Please don't comment here. Please call me with your comments. Operators are standing by here at the Undaground phone bank. I'm currently working on an automated phone system:

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