“Doesn’t that mean ‘no phones’?” asked Boy Three as we waited for his out-of-ours GP appointment at the Royal Alexandra Hospital in Paisley.
“Well yes,” I looked up from my phone.
“Oh,” he said as we both gazed around the waiting room lined by people bent over their smartphones, or, even, speaking on them.
“Take a picture,” he urged and I did, mostly so I couldn’t have to explain why no one was obeying the sign. Sometimes what grown-ups do – or don’t do – doesn’t make much sense when you have to tell a child.
It got me thinking about the other rules we feel free to ignore:
Not switching the phone on until you’re inside the airport building. “Hello. We’ve just landed.”
Speed limits. Anyone? No. Only the person in front of me when I’m in a hurry.
Best-before dates. Obviously they don’t mean a thing if the foodstuff isn’t actually furry, or I want an excuse to throw it out.
Now wash your hands. Do you? Every single time? Didn’t think so.
Booze limits and five-a-day. Not a chance.
Having and testing smoke alarms. Errm… well it won’t happen here, will it? Mebbe not.
Focusing camera before capture (see above)
And finally, starting a sentence with a conjunction.
PS Boy Three is fine – just a viral cough thingy