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 remember having been told off as an adult myself, but...
I've got quite a few other adults told off in my time.
Most recently, I was running for a bus when, as I approached the doors, the driver closed them in my face. I knocked on the window, but the driver just gave a smirk and drove off. It is important to note that when I knocked, the bus was not actually moving: the driver could have let me on, but the smug twunt forced me to wait for the next one.
I shall not be treated like this.
Boiling with rage as the bus drove away, I noted down the registration number. Later that day, I looked up the address of the operator and wrote a letter to them detailing what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I received a reply saying that they had managed to identify the driver in question, and taken disciplinary action against him.
Result!
I took great karmic pleasure in picturing this bus driver being admonished in the office like a naughty schoolchild.
( , Fri 21 Sep 2007, 23:56, Reply)
I've got quite a few other adults told off in my time.
Most recently, I was running for a bus when, as I approached the doors, the driver closed them in my face. I knocked on the window, but the driver just gave a smirk and drove off. It is important to note that when I knocked, the bus was not actually moving: the driver could have let me on, but the smug twunt forced me to wait for the next one.
I shall not be treated like this.
Boiling with rage as the bus drove away, I noted down the registration number. Later that day, I looked up the address of the operator and wrote a letter to them detailing what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I received a reply saying that they had managed to identify the driver in question, and taken disciplinary action against him.
Result!
I took great karmic pleasure in picturing this bus driver being admonished in the office like a naughty schoolchild.
( , Fri 21 Sep 2007, 23:56, Reply)
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