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 booked a table for dinner at a pub on the A10 between Ely and Cambridge
The year was 1994.
I was due to go there with my then girlfriend, but we had a barney, she stormed off and in my emotional turmoil I forgot to cancel the table.
At 9.30, worn out by the events of the evening I went to bed.
At 11.30 the phone rang. It was the landlord of the pub.
"You had a table booked for this evening"
"Err did I?"
"Yes, we held it all night and you never showed up"
"Ummm, who is this?" My head was starting to clear and I was beginning to feel like I was being chastised by my father.
"Ah, so you're deaf as well as stupid"
"Pardon?"
The phone went dead.
I was surprised and angered by this reaction to what was a simple mistake on my part so the following morning i contacted the pub and pretended to be an employee from BT's nuisance phone calls division.
I was pretty convincing and informed the landlord that a complaint about threatening behaviour had been made and this could land him in court as this was a criminal offense, ultimately losing him his license and livlihood.
He seemed pretty scared by this, a far cry from the boorish thug of the night before, so
I think revenge was sweet.
Much more fun than burning his gaff down with him and his old lady in it which had been my first course of action.
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:21, Reply)
The year was 1994.
I was due to go there with my then girlfriend, but we had a barney, she stormed off and in my emotional turmoil I forgot to cancel the table.
At 9.30, worn out by the events of the evening I went to bed.
At 11.30 the phone rang. It was the landlord of the pub.
"You had a table booked for this evening"
"Err did I?"
"Yes, we held it all night and you never showed up"
"Ummm, who is this?" My head was starting to clear and I was beginning to feel like I was being chastised by my father.
"Ah, so you're deaf as well as stupid"
"Pardon?"
The phone went dead.
I was surprised and angered by this reaction to what was a simple mistake on my part so the following morning i contacted the pub and pretended to be an employee from BT's nuisance phone calls division.
I was pretty convincing and informed the landlord that a complaint about threatening behaviour had been made and this could land him in court as this was a criminal offense, ultimately losing him his license and livlihood.
He seemed pretty scared by this, a far cry from the boorish thug of the night before, so
I think revenge was sweet.
Much more fun than burning his gaff down with him and his old lady in it which had been my first course of action.
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 21:21, Reply)
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