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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TV! Fridge! Birmingham University!
This happened to a mate, rather than to me, but I am still baffled by it.
I used to live on Griffin Close, which was a complex of student accommodation at Bunglingham University. I was a postgrad supervisor, which means that if you were there between 1998 and 2001, you probably know (and resent) me: Hi, BTW.
But I digress. All flats were subject to inspection every now and again by the caretaker, a wanker whom we shall call Barry, for that was his name. His function was senseless whinging. On entering the kitchen/ living area in my mate Ed’s flat, he sucked his teeth.
“You can’t put that there.”
“What, where?” asks Ed.
“You can’t put the telly on top of the fridge like that.”
“Oh. Why not?”
[Pause]
“Well,” says Barry, “You wouldn’t put the fridge on top of the TV, would you? Now move it or I’ll have you fined.”
Like, wha’?
( , Sat 22 Sep 2007, 21:39, Reply)
This happened to a mate, rather than to me, but I am still baffled by it.
I used to live on Griffin Close, which was a complex of student accommodation at Bunglingham University. I was a postgrad supervisor, which means that if you were there between 1998 and 2001, you probably know (and resent) me: Hi, BTW.
But I digress. All flats were subject to inspection every now and again by the caretaker, a wanker whom we shall call Barry, for that was his name. His function was senseless whinging. On entering the kitchen/ living area in my mate Ed’s flat, he sucked his teeth.
“You can’t put that there.”
“What, where?” asks Ed.
“You can’t put the telly on top of the fridge like that.”
“Oh. Why not?”
[Pause]
“Well,” says Barry, “You wouldn’t put the fridge on top of the TV, would you? Now move it or I’ll have you fined.”
Like, wha’?
( , Sat 22 Sep 2007, 21:39, Reply)
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