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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This just happened about 30 minutes ago...
Walking through a crowded train station, there's the usual bottleneck at the ticketed exits and so I'm in one queue behind someone taking a long time to complete the extremely easy task of putting their ticket in the slot when a space opens up at the gate next to me.
As you do, I quickly stepped left, pushed my ticket in and went to walk through...
A booming voice cuts in from behind me "Where I come from young man, that's called cutting in!!!!".
I'm just about to call "fuck off" over my shoulder and keep going when I see where the voice came from.
A white haired old lady with thick glasses, a tartan skirt and a blue cardigan - the absolute caricature of every grandmother you've ever seen.
"I might be slow but I'm still in a queue," she says, waving a finger, "and if you had ANY manners at all you should be ashamed of yourself!"
So with the queue banked up and a crowd now all staring to see what heinous crime I've just committed against this poor dear old lady, I removed my ticket, took a step back and allowed her to pass in front of me as I mumble "sosorryididntseeyoupleaseafteryou".
On the other side she turned and glared, holding up the line even more before saying "Cheeky boy!", turning and hobbling off.
I should like to point out at this stage that I am 43 years of age.
( , Thu 27 Sep 2007, 4:06, Reply)
Walking through a crowded train station, there's the usual bottleneck at the ticketed exits and so I'm in one queue behind someone taking a long time to complete the extremely easy task of putting their ticket in the slot when a space opens up at the gate next to me.
As you do, I quickly stepped left, pushed my ticket in and went to walk through...
A booming voice cuts in from behind me "Where I come from young man, that's called cutting in!!!!".
I'm just about to call "fuck off" over my shoulder and keep going when I see where the voice came from.
A white haired old lady with thick glasses, a tartan skirt and a blue cardigan - the absolute caricature of every grandmother you've ever seen.
"I might be slow but I'm still in a queue," she says, waving a finger, "and if you had ANY manners at all you should be ashamed of yourself!"
So with the queue banked up and a crowd now all staring to see what heinous crime I've just committed against this poor dear old lady, I removed my ticket, took a step back and allowed her to pass in front of me as I mumble "sosorryididntseeyoupleaseafteryou".
On the other side she turned and glared, holding up the line even more before saying "Cheeky boy!", turning and hobbling off.
I should like to point out at this stage that I am 43 years of age.
( , Thu 27 Sep 2007, 4:06, Reply)
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