My mentor and former boss, A.C., used to have a more direct approach to ending a phone call. He would just say, 'Alright, now, get off my phone..." and that was that. His nephew, R.P., was similarly direct, with own his characteristic slyness.
One night, he was very tired after a series of configuration updates. When our conversation was drawing to a close, something in his home, must have mesmerized him. Instead of ending the call by saying, "I'll let you go," he inadvertently assumed the burden by saying, "I'll let me go..."
And that is that. Very good chat with the bro-ski. I feel like an important network device in my mind has been reset back to the default settings. This device was going i

After years and years, today I realized how to re-engineer the device. I picked up the phone, and told him how I felt about a certain issue that was bothering me. I used "feel" words, and kept re-assuring him that I loved him. His steel trap of a mind instantly made the connection between my words and my cursed actions of years of engagements.
On to the next one.
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