You’re at the front of the line, tell the person you’re on the phone with you’ll be a moment. I wish I could say this has only happened once. Truth is only one man has told the person on the phone he’d be a moment he was at the front. He said he didn’t want to be rude. Too bad no one else thinks this way. —Better Be an Important Call
This article appears in Jun 28 – Jul 4, 2012.
Perhaps a metal mat could be placed into all checkouts that cut-off cell calls once the cuntstomer steps up to pay for their goodies?
This used to happen when I worked as a cashier and when I worked at the front desk of a library.
I would simply push through to the next person in line. I’m not holding everyone up because of your SET attitude, mr “hold on a minute I’m on a call.”
If your call is THAT important, step the fuck aside and take it.
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you can buy cel blockers online. but no, that is just being a self important asshole. i hate fucking cel phones. they have to be the biggest rip off and curse on this planet. they are annoying, and people tal a lot fucking louder on them, than if they were on a regular phone. nothing is that fucking important that it can’t wait 30 seconds or so. and these fucking stupid looking ear piece things are by far the worst. i thought that one guy was nuts, talking to himself, when they first came out. and you know what, he probly is, anyway.
and then there are kids, fucking 6-9 yr. olds, with these fucking things. just a yammering away about nothing. what the fuck does a 6 year old have to talk on a phone for 15 minutes about? then we have the texting fucking idiots, that don’t know what day it is, let alone where they are? stupid fucking people, with too much time, and nothing to say. like the fool girls a few years back, at scotia square. texting to each other, from 2 feet away, at the same fucking table, then talking about it anyway. what the fuck has this crumby world come to.
i will be glad to get away tomorrow, going stateside for a couple weeks, maybe even thinking of moving there. and i won’t miss these nimrods walking out in traffic, with their eyes glued to a text message they are getting or sending. here’s a flash for you, get fucking run over, will you.
Yeah, tell him to get to the back of the line. Maybe he’ll be finished his call by the time he gets to the front again.