Ah yes, I want to listen to your “uuuhm” and “hold on, little Jon just shit himself”, incoherent, un-premeditated thoughts, with absolutely no proof of the contents of the conversation.

At the end of the phonecall, I’ll probably ask you to send me an email with a summary of what we talked about, because I can’t be bothered to keep all that mess you’ve just unloaded in my memory.

Unless you’re my dad or my mom, you’re sending me a message in a way it’s convenient to you.