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 frrom 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, pouty voice aimed right at his phone:
"Hey, Eric, sweetie! Turn off that stupid phone and come back to bed!"
Eric doesn't use his cell phone in public any longer.
