I would be sitting in class, doodling, when a sharp, electronic ringer would rudely wake everyone up, and I suppose to a lesser extent interupt the lecture. People would shake their heads at the humiliated soul as they either ran out of the class or tried to hush their phones.
This rather recent trend of having your cell phone go off has caught the attention of my friend. My friend has decided that it would be his aim, his goal, to "catch" me at those times, to catch me: in class, in a restaruant, church, meetings, anywhere that would result in my humilation. His blood thirsty lust to embarrass me rings at 11:00 on Sunday mornings, 8:00 on a Saturday night, random weekday afternoon calls.
And it is not like it's a demur generic ring. I purposely selected a ring for him that was about as obnoxious as they come - loud, fast, so when that baby goes off, you automatically think you are in the middle of a congo line. Obviously, this post is a result of a successful attempt yesterday on his part. While sitting at a birthday dinner with the extended family all around, the Miami Sound Machine starts going off.
Slacker.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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