Bwah! Thanks for the laugh! That’s the funniest thing I’ve seen in weeks. What would a fourteen year old want with salami, indeed?
The clerk probably assumed you were with one of the other customers. After all, who would expect a fourteen year old to procure his own salami?
(Welcome to the dope, BTW. Hope I got your gender right.)
That’s exactly how I feel about it, too. I love where I’m working now - we look at the call display to see who’s calling, and let the machine pick it up. And you know, somehow the world hasn’t stopped turning and we seem to be able to carry on.
Get this - in my new position/department, I don’t even HAVE a phone. And I’m in IT… a developer, no less.
Caused quite a stir when that little tidbit was revealed to all and sundry.
I did the test and scored 92. I think it is because I am fundamentally anti-social though…
I screen all calls to my cell and house phone. I don’t always even respond to the doorbell.
Talking on the phone when you are out for dinner is just rude. Stop it.
Ever actually listen to public cell phone conversations? Most of them, the vast majority, are about nothing. “What’s up?” “Nothing going on here.” “Are you gonna [whatever]” “Yeah I might…” “No, I don’t wanna…” “Will she be there…”
“It’s all good, dawg”, “She needs to check herself…” Blah de fucking blah blah blah.
In homage to the “My Gym, My Rules” thread:
Talk on a fucking cell phone in the fucking library I fucking kill you! Aaargh!