He sat watching TV as his son screeched his cars across the carpet.
The builders next door could be heard and he turned the volume up a couple of notches.
He couldn't concentrate due to the loud conversation taking place outside. He didn't like the use of colourful language around his son and he heard a couple of words from the banned list.
He leapt from his chair and marched over to the window, tearing it open.
"HEY!"
The builders looked at him.
"What?" said one.
"WE CAN HEAR YOU IN HERE."
"So? We're having a conversation."
"MY SON IS IN HERE. HE'S ONLY 6."
"And? Do you want some sort of bloody medal?"
"I WANT YOU TO USE LESS OF THE FOUL LANGUAGE."
"We aren't using any foul language."
"I'VE HEARD PLENTY, THANK YOU. TRY USING FEWER FUCKS AND CUNTS."
He slammed the window shut
"Piss off," the builder muttered.
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