My Dingaling
I hate my cell phone!" Mridul says as he takes his usual seat at the end of the bar. For emphasis, he flips it open, turns it towards us so we can see the loathsome device, then vehemently snaps it shut.
"Why do you hate your cell phone?" we ask.
"Because I can never get a signal!" he exclaims in frustration. Once more he flips it open and holds it out, searching for the signal bars and finding none.
Mridul is Indian, born and raised in South Africa. If you know the sound of a South African accent (where the letter A is pronounced like a short E), please apply the appropriate sound effects to Mridul's speeches.
"It's Bell Mobility." Mridul continues. "Those bastards are supposed to be the global cell phone service. They invented the telephone, for fuck's sake."
"That's true," we agree.
"And Bell Mobility is supposed to have a monopoly at the airport. I work at the ariport, and I can't call anyone!"
Mridul is an Air Canada pilot.
"If I was in Honolulu, I could call someone in Russia, no problem," says Mridul.
We laugh.
"If I only I knew some people in Russia, maybe then I could use my phone!"
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Up next: Spaghetti-oke! And, in 2006, it is Lulu who loses her phone. Twice.
"Why do you hate your cell phone?" we ask.
"Because I can never get a signal!" he exclaims in frustration. Once more he flips it open and holds it out, searching for the signal bars and finding none.
Mridul is Indian, born and raised in South Africa. If you know the sound of a South African accent (where the letter A is pronounced like a short E), please apply the appropriate sound effects to Mridul's speeches.
"It's Bell Mobility." Mridul continues. "Those bastards are supposed to be the global cell phone service. They invented the telephone, for fuck's sake."
"That's true," we agree.
"And Bell Mobility is supposed to have a monopoly at the airport. I work at the ariport, and I can't call anyone!"
Mridul is an Air Canada pilot.
"If I was in Honolulu, I could call someone in Russia, no problem," says Mridul.
We laugh.
"If I only I knew some people in Russia, maybe then I could use my phone!"
Up next: Spaghetti-oke! And, in 2006, it is Lulu who loses her phone. Twice.
8 Comments:
I don't know that much about it, but I would think there was no reception tower WHERE HE WAS AT, i.e., near the bar, and the airport is not to blame--
Verizon was supposed to be so great, but now I am with T-Mobile, and I can talk in the elevator of a skyscraper in Atlanta and everything--again, I think it is if YOU are near a tower and not the RECEIVER that is usually the culprit.........but I don't know that much about it.
Zen, the bar was The Banknote, my local, which has been featured in (way too many) previous stories. The Banknote is in downtown Toronto, nowhere near the airport.
What happened next in the story, though I didn't say so, is that when Mridul went outside for a cigarette I called him from my cell phone. Then I went outside and asked, "Did your phone just ring?"
He said no. He looked at his phone. It said "One missed call."
So it would seem that Bell Mobility, it doth verily suck.
And that, Zen, is why they call her "Sass"...
And we do love her so...
Hey Sassy Pants!
Thanks so much for coming to our show! It meant a lot! I'm sorry I wasn't much more of a conversationalist, I get that way at shows: I want to be engaging with everyone, and therefore can't be engaging with anyone. SIgh.
Hey, did you notice Rick Mercer was at the show too?? Crazy!!
Shut up! Rick Mercer was so not at the Horseshoe Tavern on Tuesday night!
Was he really?
I wonder if he knows I've been voting for him every day...
Well, consider this one more vote in your direction. Why isn't there a category for Best Karaoke Blog?
If there was, YOU would win it! Readers: Jenny dressed up as a karaoke machine for Halloween. I am not worthy!
Oh, and tell Mirdul that he should come to Rogers. Blackberry 7290, $99.99 ;)
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