After a tiring day at work, I got on the train—my usual commute—and sat down and closed my eyes.
As the train rolled out of the station, the guy sitting next to me pulled out his cellphone and started speaking in a really loud voice: “Hi sweetheart. It’s Eric. I’m on the train,” I could hear him bellow.
“Yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting.”
“No, honey, not with that blonde from the accounts office. It was with the boss.”
“No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life.”
“Yes, I’m sure, cross my heart.”
At first, tried asking him politely to lower his voice, but he got really cross with me and said—rather rudely, I might add—”You are free to find another seat.”
Fifteen minutes pass and the guy is still talking loudly. It’s at this point that I got fed up of his antics and leaned into the phone to say,
“Eric, hang up the phone and come back to bed.”
Redfaced and absolutely shocked, he shut off the phone and didn’t say a single word after I did that. I doubt he uses his phone in public any longer.