Cell Phone Police
Cow was at the gym yesterday on the elliptical, next to a guy in an orange t-shirt, which alone should have had him arrested.These ellipticals are very nice machines, equipped with individual tv screens with a choice of over 100 channels, and a book area, in which Orange Shirt had a book. Was he watching tv, or reading his book, you ask? But, no. He was Talking on His Cell Phone. Loudly. Continually. On and on.
Despite the signs on the wall with the red slash through the picture of the cell phone.
Cow doesn't want to hear his phone call, which of course drowns out her own tv-noise through headphones. She did wait a while.
Cow sashayed over to the counter and pointed out his orange-shirted inconsiderateness to the Gym Guy. Can you tell him to stop talking on his cell phone, she asked. Gym Guy announced through the system: "Attention Members, there is no cell phone use allowed." Announced it twice, he did.
Orange shirt, because he was on his cell phone, of course didn't hear it. Kept right on talking.
Cow got more and more pissed. Went up to the desk again. Gym Lady said "Can't YOU move to another machine?" Oh right. He's breaking the rules and bothering everyone, and Cow should move? Nope. Luckily Gym Guy was made of sterner stuff; went up to Orange Shirt, after which he hung up. After 20 minutes of talking.
Ha! Chalk up one victory for this anonymous member of the Cell Phone Police. And no, Orange Shirt was NOT discussing a cancer diagnosis with his doctor, planning the long-overdue revolution of the proletariat against the oppressors or even scheming to further the noble cause of Topiary World Domination. How can Cow be sure? Why, because she had to listen to every word of his stupid, boring conversation, naturally.
Victorious Moo!
posted by The Topiary Cow at
11:36 AM
9 Comments:
Which Topiary muscles is Ms Cow trying to enlarge?
You are quite the victorious Cow! When someone rudely talks on their phone inches from my ear while I am commuting I like to get up, tell them I am moving to give them more privacy, and find a more quiet seat. But that's my Sicilian passive-aggression, I'd be more effective if I just took their phone and threw it on the tracks.
-kate
Never mess with a Topiary on machines.
Chinese fortune cookie saying.
I bet he is the sort of gym user who pees in the communal showers!
Gorilla: her brain, of course. And so far the situps are doing nothing, I tell you, nothing!
Kate: Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyyy! Cow admires the Sicilian p.a. methodology too!
RJ: Hahahaha!
Linda: (Cow darkly scowling) You are probably right!
Some people seem to believe that the cell makes them invisible, I too tell people off and look amazed that I've spotted them.
...And they look amazed that I've spotted them - tuh!
Lulu: yeah isn't that amazing, especially when people on cells talk so much louder than they do on regular phones.
Cow is just happy so many places are banning them now, just like cigarettes, which used to be allowed everywhere, and now the restrictions are coming down.
Cow hoping at some point they'll be banned from stores so you can go back to shopping in relative peace.
(quiet, non-cell-phone Moo!)
go girl!!!!
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