Notes to the Cell Phone Blabber Sitting Next to Me at the Manicure Place
Three Things:
I'm pretty sure you have a duty of confidentiality to that celeb client you mentioned over and over and over again.
Bleating into a cell phone is not "taking time for yourself".
You're loud and dull.
xxx...res
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Some twenty years ago, a friend was using a scanner. He was trying to get the police channel. IT was dull afternoon and we were looking for something different. He picked up someone on their portable phone. Anyway the person talking was apparently an attorney and was talking about a client whose divorce he was working on. The amount of detail he was disclosing was amazing. We decided that it was too bad we couldn't figure out who the guy was because his client needed to know how lax the attorney was about confidentiality. People then, and now, don't know that portable phone and cell phones are really radios and you're broadcasting when using one. And we listened only for a very short time cause we really were trying to find the police band to eavesdrop on.
What gets me is the people who carry on cell phone conversations, especially either obviously personal or obviously business conversations, in public restrooms! And sometimes they even have it on speaker!
Meh. I'll trade you the person who couldn't stop talking next to you at the manicure place for the guy on the next treadmill to me at the gym today who couldn't stop farting.
Yeah, I had the pleasure (embarrassment/anger) of standing in line at the DMV with some moran on a cell phone who couldn't manage a complete sentence without saying FUCK or FUCKIN about every other word. Of course, FUCK is common in everyday language now, but there were more than a few folks in line with me who were uncomfortable with the volume and frequency.
Rising Hegemon
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Some twenty years ago, a friend was using a scanner. He was trying to get the police channel. IT was dull afternoon and we were looking for something different. He picked up someone on their portable phone. Anyway the person talking was apparently an attorney and was talking about a client whose divorce he was working on. The amount of detail he was disclosing was amazing. We decided that it was too bad we couldn't figure out who the guy was because his client needed to know how lax the attorney was about confidentiality. People then, and now, don't know that portable phone and cell phones are really radios and you're broadcasting when using one. And we listened only for a very short time cause we really were trying to find the police band to eavesdrop on.
PurpleGirl
Well? What's the celebrity gossip?
What gets me is the people who carry on cell phone conversations, especially either obviously personal or obviously business conversations, in public restrooms! And sometimes they even have it on speaker!
people who are glued to their cells usually are very dull people.
pansypoo
only use land line for secure purposes.
ppoo
what's the name for people with this disorder? people who name drop in order to boost their ego.
it's the equivalent of conspicuous consumption.
what's the name for people with this disorder? people who name drop in order to boost their ego.
It's called "Professionals Determined to Lose Clientitis".
sounds like celebrititis run amok, but things like that happen in manicure places. vox
Jungle Red!
Meh. I'll trade you the person who couldn't stop talking next to you at the manicure place for the guy on the next treadmill to me at the gym today who couldn't stop farting.
Yeah, I had the pleasure (embarrassment/anger) of standing in line at the DMV with some moran on a cell phone who couldn't manage a complete sentence without saying FUCK or FUCKIN about every other word. Of course, FUCK is common in everyday language now, but there were more than a few folks in line with me who were uncomfortable with the volume and frequency.
some moran on a cell phone who couldn't manage a complete sentence without saying FUCK or FUCKIN about every other word
Was she threatening to beat that guy like a bitch when he got back from Montreal? I sat next to her!
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