Unfiltered Story #339028

(My sister’s bedroom is the entire finished attic. My parents and I subsequently got into the habit of yelling up at her whenever we needed something. While she heard us just fine, she had to yell really loud to be heard herself. And since my Dad was hard of hearing, even that was rarely enough. Finally, having had enough of this, she posted the following on her door.)

Sister: My number is [Number]. Please stop yelling as we obviously cannot understand each other and it is exhausting. -Call Me

(Not an hour passed before my Dad walked in and saw the piece of paper on the door. He looked at it briefly, and then turned to me.)

Dad: Whats this?

(I was momentarily taken aback, as I didn’t want to sound sassy by repeating what was written right on the sign.)

Me: Yelling is an inefficient form of communication and it would be more beneficial to call her phone instead of shouting.

Dad: Oh, OK.