After a very busy day, Peggy settled down in her seat and closed her eyes
as the train departed Manhattan for the ‘burbs.
As the train rolled out of the station, one last passenger jumped on the train
and got the last seat , right next to Peggy.
Naturally, he pulled out his cell phone and started talking in a loud voice.
Hi sweetheart, it’s Eric! I’m on the train, yes, I know it’s the six thirty and
not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting, No, honey, not with that floozie
from the accounts office, with the boss. No sweetheart, you’re the only one
in my life, yes, I’m sure, cross my heart, etc., etc.
It was nauseating. And no matter how much Peggy glared at him, cleared her
throat, or otherwise tried to express her disapproval over his rudeness,
he completely ignored her.
Fifteen minutes later, she got an idea. She leaned in close to him and said in
her most sensual, potty voice aimed right at his phone:
Hey, Eric, sweetie! Turn off that stupid phone and come back to bed!
Last time I heard about Eric, he is riding a bicycle and using sign language !!