“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
I have a great photo of my wee man playing with his ball at the Botanical gardens in front of the sign that clearly says no ball games.
Rules are made to be broken, I say
I hate those no ball games signs – they might as well say 'no fun'.
Oooh. You rebel!