DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD

You know how irritating mobile phone users are when they fail to exercise discretion and think the world needs to know their business? When you have enjoyed as much as you can stand, you can now get you own back!!!

After a busy day a man settled down in his train from Waterloo for a nap as far as his destination at Winchester , when the chap siting near him hauled out his mobile and started up:-

"Hi darling it's Peter, I'm on the train - yes, I know it's the 6.30 not the 4.30 but I had a long meeting - no, not with that floozie from the typing pool, with the boss... no darling you're the only one in my life - yes, I'm sure, cross my heart" etc.., etc.

This was still going on at Wimbledon, when the young woman opposite, driven beyond endurance, yelled at the top of her voice, "Hey, Peter, turn that bloody phone off and come back to bed!!"

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME MAD DAD — 8 Comments

  1. And, actually, this fits under “the punishment fits the crime” category. Having to listen to someone else’s cell phone conversation can be SO annoying.

  2. I think a meeting between MadDad and the Naughty Nun would be like the return of Gog and Magog and signal the end of the world. We must never allow it to happen.

  3. And then there’s the Oblivious-To-The-World Texter, to whom I dedicate THIS classic come-uppence: http://youtu.be/5S3m_QxMe-c (watch w/ sound off, much more fun)

    [It happened two days ago in Southern California. Our Ursine Pal is fine, just had a sleepy-time relocation]

  4. Oh, and, by the way, MadPriest, I’m sure MadDad and I would get along JUST FINE!

    (And if our meeting should precipitate the end of the world…. so what? People around here get all twisted in their knickers about the least little thing.)

    🙂