Over and out. I've heard that in so many movies where people are communicating over a radio. You know the scenes--police cars, airplanes, anywhere that might require that sort of communication. Over and out...
Oh no! According to some, saying "over and out" is not correct. It makes total sense to me. While you're talking with someone each says "over" when their part is done, right? Then when you want to have the final say you declare, "Over and out" and that is the end of it. Sounds good to me.
I don't like a hanging conversation where you don't know that anyone had the last word or not. Most of the time it probably doesn't matter. But then, there are those times when questions linger, doubts cloud our understanding of what did actually go down and what everyone was left thinking about it.
Once I was in a relationship for a long time and then it came to a point where the other person declared to me one day, "We have nothing more to talk about."
For a while we did continue to talk as the relationship began disintegrating. I began to realize that we really didn't have anything else to talk about. Then it was all over. Done. We never spoke. Again.
I kind of wish that when that person had uttered those harsh words about having nothing more to say to one another that they would have simply said, "Over and out." Or out. Either way it would have been the end.
Did you ever have a CB radio in your vehicle? Would you prefer a close relationship to end abruptly rather than lingering in unhappiness? What is something you wish you had never said to someone else?
Back when I lived in rural Iowa, I commuted more than an hour each way into Davenport. My CB radio kept me going!! My handle was the Pink Squirrel and we also had a base station at home.
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I remember the days! I had one for a while when I was traveling with a show. I didn't like it much, but kept it for a few years. Sometimes it made for interesting when I was driving long stretches.
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This is Birgit..I have to catch up. That is cruel how she ended things and ten to one, she met someone else. When I was in my teens,my dad was in his 60s and he grew up in a log cabin, dirt poor so you know he had the old timer thinking. We both said harsh words until we were bleeding from those wounds that hit home. He wish me gone and I wished him dead and I still tremble from that wish. We were healing and I was there, every day, after his brain operation. I massaged his right side every day since he was paralyzed. We talked and now I could see how patient he was with people. I was so proud to be his daughter that I hang my head low when I think how I did not help him with groceries and spoke those harsh words. I’d love to hug him once more and listen to his stories..he was a great story teller.
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