Being told off as an adult
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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I don't think I've ever been made to feel like a child as an adult
Mainly because I don't take shit- at all. When I was 18, and out in Denmark learning about cults, me and some friends were sat down in our room, just chilling out, doing whatever it is we do. Sooner or later this Danish woman barged into the room, without so much as a knock. That was her first mistake. Then, she proceeded to shout, rant and rave at us like one of the parents to be found on Supernanny when trying to deal with their errant little angels. This was her second mistake. Her third mistake was shouting at me. She ordered me to stand up, which I did. And then I stood and looked at her in much the same way as you look at something you peel of the sole of your boot. Her fourth mistake was to let that get to her, which made her shout more. Which just gave me the giggles- there is nothing more emasculating than being laughed at when you're trying to castigate someone. So, from there, I just sat down again and completely ignored her. Who would have thought that two simple actions had an enraged Danish woman (who had a face like a smacked arse and a figure so fat that obese would be a polite description) leave the room in tears...
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:31, Reply)
Mainly because I don't take shit- at all. When I was 18, and out in Denmark learning about cults, me and some friends were sat down in our room, just chilling out, doing whatever it is we do. Sooner or later this Danish woman barged into the room, without so much as a knock. That was her first mistake. Then, she proceeded to shout, rant and rave at us like one of the parents to be found on Supernanny when trying to deal with their errant little angels. This was her second mistake. Her third mistake was shouting at me. She ordered me to stand up, which I did. And then I stood and looked at her in much the same way as you look at something you peel of the sole of your boot. Her fourth mistake was to let that get to her, which made her shout more. Which just gave me the giggles- there is nothing more emasculating than being laughed at when you're trying to castigate someone. So, from there, I just sat down again and completely ignored her. Who would have thought that two simple actions had an enraged Danish woman (who had a face like a smacked arse and a figure so fat that obese would be a polite description) leave the room in tears...
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 19:31, Reply)
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