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HUSBAND!!!
May. 21st, 2004 08:08 amTurn the damn cell phone OFF
Because my phone here is ringing every other minute, to Froglet and Tadpole's delight (Froglet: "Can I talk to daddy? Can I talk to daddy?" and Tadpole: "Mee too! Mee too!")
And all I can hear is the occasional honk and the swish swish swish of the wheels and I can tell you're sometimes swearing under the breath you're almost out of, and I'm sure cycling to work is really good for you.
But only if you remember to turn the cell phone OFF FIRST.
ETA: from the first brief one-sided conversation ("Allo? Allo? Allo!") to the last ("TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF"), Husband was utterly oblivious, as I suspected all along. The phone was in his pocket, which goes to show that his jeans are indeed a bit tight and a little exercise will be good for him.
Because my phone here is ringing every other minute, to Froglet and Tadpole's delight (Froglet: "Can I talk to daddy? Can I talk to daddy?" and Tadpole: "Mee too! Mee too!")
And all I can hear is the occasional honk and the swish swish swish of the wheels and I can tell you're sometimes swearing under the breath you're almost out of, and I'm sure cycling to work is really good for you.
But only if you remember to turn the cell phone OFF FIRST.
ETA: from the first brief one-sided conversation ("Allo? Allo? Allo!") to the last ("TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF"), Husband was utterly oblivious, as I suspected all along. The phone was in his pocket, which goes to show that his jeans are indeed a bit tight and a little exercise will be good for him.
