Fighting on the telephone...
As I got to the car park after work last night I stopped to finish a text message before I got into my car and drove home.
As I put my phone back in my pocket, I became aware of shouting. Proper, top-volume, screechy-voiced, nevermindthatI'minpublicI'vetotallylostmyrag screaming.

I waited a moment before I got into the car, and witnessed a thirty-something chap walk past the car park, evidently "talking" to his son on the phone. From what I can remember, Mr Lostitinpublic's side of the conversation was:

"My own son and you do this to me?! My. OWN. Son?!"
"I wish I'd never had you! I really really wish I'd never had you!"
"My own son?!"
"Honestly, I wish I'd never had you!"
"I'm going to kill you. No, really. When I get home, I am going to kill you"
"My own son? I wish I'd never had you! Wish I'd never had you!"
"I'm going to kill you."

So, that was nice...
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Fri 15 Mar 2013, 12:11, 2 replies)

Hold up a sign shaped like an arrow
with the text on it saying 'The Jeremy Kyle Show is THIS way'....
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Sat 16 Mar 2013, 11:02, closed)

Dad always did have a temper.

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Sun 17 Mar 2013, 21:58, closed)