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I come from a family of yellers. We wouldn't yell at one another; we would yell to one another. Specifically, from one end of the house to the other. These were the days before texting, when you couldn't just message someone to find out where they were. No, back in the day, if you wanted to find someone, you needed a good hearty holler across the house to locate the missing person. This was especially true in my family. It may have been genetic because my grandparents were yellers, and their parents before them. Apparently, there was a lot of yelling back in the old country. Or maybe my family was just hard of hearing and didn't know it. Or it could have just been the fact that we were from New York... not the most genteel state in the union.

So, on any given day, my mother would yell:

"HARVEY, WHERE ARE YOU?"

From across the house he'd yell, "I'M IN THE BATHROOM!"

Then she'd yell back, "OH. DON'T FORGET TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN!"

Obviously, at this point, everyone in the house, in the neighborhood and in the state knew my father was in the bathroom and usually left the toilet seat up.

 

Naturally, because of the way I grew up, I thought everybody yelled like this. So, one day after my husband and I first got married, we were in the house, and I yelled:

"JOEL, WHERE ARE YOU?"

But there was no reply. So, I yelled again:

"JOEL, WHERE ARE YOU?"

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