Typical. You need to use the payphone and some idiot decides to jam a collection of old storage boxes folded into the tight space along with packing material thus taking up all the area I need in order to make my phone call. I mean I can hardly use the phone on the street, everyone will hear my conversation.
I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me.
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It looks like the top half of the phone box is still empty. You could just get in there and make your call, if you weren’t so busy whingeing.
I’ll have you know that I’ve made a career out of whingeing and I’m not going to stop now because of comments like that.
Just try and stop me. Go on.
OK, I’m up for this.
*clears throat*
Ian, stop whingeing at once.
Let’s see how that goes for starters.
I’m sorry I was in the other room. Did you say something?
What a waste of my brilliant enunciation.
Right. Sit down and stop faffing with whatever you’ve got in your pockets. Listen.
Ian, stop whingeing at once.
That should do it.
I’ve got a bit of a waxy build-up in both ears.
Did you say something about singeing?
It doesn’t matter what I said. The point is that, while you were trying to work out what I was saying, you weren’t whingeing. Mission accomplished, sucker!