¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
08:46 GMT, Wednesday 7th November 2007. Riding a down-rush of adrenaline. I didn't have to worry about Heavy Metal kid today. He was outclassed by an insuferable teenager who was playing her music full volume from her phone. I twisted round in my seat and called down the bus, "Can you turn it down please."
I got this smug smile beaming back at me, and her shouting "What? I can't hear you?" Two lads beside her got uncomfortable and told her I wanted it turned down. Nothing happened. I yelled "TURN YOUR MUSIC DOWN!", like some nut-case. The volume lowered for a while.
When the bus pulled into the station I remained in my seat and waited for them to file down from the back of the bus. The ignoramus gave me an evil-daggers look; I returned it and followed them out. They stepped aside and I walked past.
"Wanker..." I heard her call under her breath. I span round and confronted her. "I didn't say nuthing," she snapped, scowling.
"Are you going to wear your headphones tomorrow?" I asked.
"No! Why should I?" Her scowl deepended.
"I think you should wear your headphones tomorrow," I pressed.
"Fuck you... why am I talking to you, dick." she responded.
Hmmm. I had to walk away. I mean what else can you do in the face of such stupidity?
Anyway, enough of my "turning into an old fart" rant. Here's a link to a great little movie about advertising.
http://www.makemylogobiggercream.com/
Djr