Friendly

I've got friends I can moan at for hours. They let me and hum sympatheticaly back at me through the telephone. Others try to offer advice to get out my mess. To which I nod and mumble something about decisions.
Not so with A. Him I love for being able to shut me up with two well-placed words that show the futility of it all. Why should we waste phone credit on moaning when it can be used for such important subjects as what to eat for dinner and new toasters?