Do you ever answer public telephones when they ring?
Yesterday in Glasgow’s South Side,
Anna and me were waiting on the train at Crossmyloof station when the phone on the wall rang.
Me, I pretty much always answer public phones if they start ringing in the hope of getting myself getting caught up in some sort of “Phonebooth” scenario just like Colin Farrell.
Turns out I wasn’t too far off this time because when I picked the phone up a high pitched voice said:
“I’m on top of the building behind you.
I have a sniper trained on the back of your fucking head”.
So there’s me looking at the building behind me when the voice says:
“Would you like to touch my penis?”
I was busy laughing and repeating what the voice was saying aloud to Anna and two other women who were sitting beside us when it then says:
“Don’t you dare get on that train.
There are people on the way to smash your fucking face with baseball bats”.
Kids today eh?
The cheeky wee scamps.
I’m off to see if I’m on youtube.