After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in her seat and closed her eyes. As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to her pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice: “Hi sweetheart. It’s Eric. I’m on the train”.
“Yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting”. “No, honey, not with that blonde from the accounts office. I was with the boss”.
“No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life”.
“Yes, I’m sure, cross my heart”
Fifteen minutes later, he was still talking loudly.
When the young woman sitting next to him had enough, she leaned over and said into the phone,
“Eric, hang up the phone and come back to bed.”
Eric doesn’t use his cell phone in public any longer.
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An old joke with great meaning…. I hate trying eat in a nice restaurant and have to listen to some idiot talk to his cell phone or have the flash going off because they will not remember what they ate. Why do you have to take pictures of your food??? Does it make it taste better??? Just stupid!!!
We think so much alike, Fred.That makes me proud! I have often wished that I owned one of those little scrambling devices so I could turn in on in some of the restaurants and just sit back and watch these fools scramble to the outside like rats off a ship…just seeking that lifeline to their cell phone. I WOULD LOVE IT!!!!