one of my friends has a nasty habit of calling me when he’s in bars where the hullabaloo surrounding him makes him indecipherable. fair enough, he’s a friend.
i was astounded last week as i was sitting at home and my mobile rang. i could barely hear the guy on the other end and finally understood that he was from the carphone warehouse where i’d bought my new mobile from a few weeks ago. for some unknown reason he’d chosen to ring me from what sounded like the midst of the showroom floor during peak trading hours while salesmen and customers were all competing to be heard. the guy wanted to sell me insurance for my phone. the pure stupidity of his location, the lax approach to try and make the sale, made me say ‘no’.