posted on Feb, 13 2008 @ 03:34 PM
Like a lot of people i know, and indeed, a lot of people in the world, i quite like having my mobile phone; it allows me to keep up to date with my
friends, my family, and even lets me punch in a short memo on an important, up and coming appointment.
That is where it's functionality falls flat for me. Everyday i
endure public transport twice per day in order to get to work and back; but
every single day, on my way home from a little place called Bonnybridge in Scotland, there seem to be kids, well, young teenagers; perhaps thirteen or
fourteen years old, on the back seats of the bus, playing some of the worst music known to humankind on their mobile phones (hard trance, happy
hardcore, and commercial rap 'booty' music ain't good after a hard shift); not only that, they play it pretty loud, the whole bus can hear their
music, they cuss and swear like they have just learned how to say the 'f' word for the very first time, whilst drawing some scorning remark and
dirty looks from the elderly.
I know, i am a twenty five year old bloke, and i sound as if i should be one of those elderly blokes grumping and moaning, but the bus is a public
place, and i find listening to someone else's music and swearing quite intrusive, surely hey should respect other people public privacy