I cannot talk on the phone. Because every time I try, it is just like I am holding a magnet up to my ear. A magnet that attracts loud, screaming, fighting, needy children within 2 feet of my person. Children who are otherwise happily distracted, who see me on the phone must talk to me RIGHT THEN in their LOUDEST VOICES while I try to make an appointment or confirm a shipment. What is up with that?
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