An increasing number of people I speak with on the phone have some sort of nifty little sign-off before they hang up.
One guy I know says, "Cheers!" because it's his favorite show.
Another guy I know says, "Rock on!" because he admires the music of David Essex.
More people have a simple and snappy "later tater" or "Bingo!"--something of that genre.
I tried out a few sign-offs of my own for a time.
"That was hot. Lemme go clean myself up," was a fave, but you know what? It just wasn't me, so I dialed it down a bit, and now I end most calls with a comfortable "take 'er slow pardner."
My goal is to eventually not do a sign-off at all when I use the phone. If I can pull it off, It'll be a great time saver.
If you added up the minutes you spent telling people goodbye, and the lead-up to goodbye, where you give a brief recap of the conversation...
"...so I guess I'll see you in the morning in the lobby of the clinic. Oh, hey...don't forget to bring your half of the money. Righty-O. mmmmmbye-bye."
...it probably adds up to a good month out of each year. A whole month that could be spent on more productive things, such as getting to traffic court on time, or being part of a focus group, is spent on gently weaning ultra-sensitive people off a forgettable chat with you.
When I'm done saying what I have to say and hearing what I have to hear, I'd like to, ideally, just hang up immediately. No cheery sign-off. No drama. Here's a fictitious example:
A FICTITIOUS FRIEND: Hello?
ME: Is this my man, 7?
FICTITIOUS FRIEND: Yeah.
ME: This is 0254. How much for 25 CDs?
FICTITIOUS FRIEND: 2 dollars
ME: Are you nuts? 2 dollars for 25 CDs?
FICITIOUS FRIEND: These are chart-toppers, brah. You in the record club or you out the record club?
In command. So un-needy. No weaknesses. That CD vendor will think twice before messing around and shorting me any bags of CDs.
I don't do it much because I haven't worked up the emotional courage it takes to hang up abruptly on people when the meat of the conversation is through and they want to start in with the conversational sorbet. Particularly family members. They would totally misinterpret my hang-up, thinking I was going to berate them when I arrived home, and it wouldn't save anytime because they'd only call back and ask in a quivering voice, "Is everything OK?"
You know those Cingular TV commercials where one party loses the call and the other person gets the wrong impression? They are my worst nightmare. One look at Debbie Clemens' eyes, and I'm screaming at the TV, "No, Roger, she DOESN'T want you to play! God DAMN!" That poor woman. All that money and alone. Straight to the refrigerator for some Tylenol PM and Limoncello, or else I'm getting no sleep that night.
I'll be honest. I'm looking up at Everest here in my quest. Even the toughest Marine says, "Over."