Our landline rings at least 20 times a day. And it’s not because we have lots — or even any –friends in our new city.
No, these callers are all telemarketers. And sometimes they trick me into picking up the phone, by calling when I expect a friend to call. Or just after I call my Dad, and I think that maybe he forgot to tell me something.
When I pick up the phone, there’s silence — then the sound of a bunch of people yelling, as though through loudspeakers. And then, after a 5-10 second pause, there’s a: “Hello?” as though I called them.
I then hang up, no matter how excited I was to hear the phone ring. Telemarketers are no replacement for friends.
Seriously, do they ever sell anything by calling people at home?
Reverse Culture Shock 
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