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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Sheffield
Saturday night, just been to a gig. Was waiting outside Dante's seventh circle of hell (Flares?) for taxi back to Chesterfield. Pissed up chav woman grunts 'you know where [insert famous hotel name here] is???'
I remember seeing said hotel from the railway station earlier (this was before a 10 minute taxi journey into the unknown and a further 8 pints of lager) so, trying to be helpful, I reply...
Me: "Yes, from the railway station you cant miss it"
Bitch: "We aint near no fuckin station"
Me: "Then no, I have no idea where the said hotel is, sorry".
She then proceded to tell the whole street what an utter cunt I was (including 3 random girls that the silly wench referred to me as their boyfriend). All this whilst I kept wiping her lovely phlegm from my glasses. I felt thoroughly put in my place. Theres a time and place for sarcasm and that wasnt it. Fuck her, I hope she slept in a ditch!
( , Mon 24 Sep 2007, 16:27, Reply)
Saturday night, just been to a gig. Was waiting outside Dante's seventh circle of hell (Flares?) for taxi back to Chesterfield. Pissed up chav woman grunts 'you know where [insert famous hotel name here] is???'
I remember seeing said hotel from the railway station earlier (this was before a 10 minute taxi journey into the unknown and a further 8 pints of lager) so, trying to be helpful, I reply...
Me: "Yes, from the railway station you cant miss it"
Bitch: "We aint near no fuckin station"
Me: "Then no, I have no idea where the said hotel is, sorry".
She then proceded to tell the whole street what an utter cunt I was (including 3 random girls that the silly wench referred to me as their boyfriend). All this whilst I kept wiping her lovely phlegm from my glasses. I felt thoroughly put in my place. Theres a time and place for sarcasm and that wasnt it. Fuck her, I hope she slept in a ditch!
( , Mon 24 Sep 2007, 16:27, Reply)
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