Mobile phones
Typical weekend bleachy convo.....
bleach: I'm going down the pub hun
G/F: You got money? key?
bleach: Yup
G/F: Take your phone with you
bleach: Why? I'm only going to the pub
G/F: In case I need to call you
bleach: Why would you need to call me? The pub is only two mins away
G/F: In case I get lonely : puppy dog eyes:
bleach: Give Jackie a ring.......I'm sure she'd pop over for a couple of hours :feigning concern:
G/F: But what if I want to speak to you?
bleach: What about?
G/F: I don't know.......something might turn up
bleach: Like what? Look, I'm only two mins down the road. I only want a coupla pints and a coupla hours with the lads
G/F: FINE.......GO TO THE BLOODY PUB THEN......ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT IS YOURSELF!!
bleach: *gives in and goes to the pub*
*2 am*
G/F: So your home then?
bleach: *hic* yup
G/F: What if the house had burned down? What if I'd been electrocuted and died? I had now way to contact you!!
bleach: *BUUURP* The pub has a phone
G/F: Huh! g'night!!!
bleach: Why are there pillows and a duvet on the couch? *hic*
Ban the phones............the art of privacy while drunk is being threatened