Ringing

Why in Heaven’s name do people persist in using mobile phones on trains?  It is worse than being impossible: it is occasionally impossible.  The pain of hearing the conversation start with “I’m on the train” then stop with the words “Hello?  I’m in a tunnel. I can’t hear you. Hello?  Hello?” is enough to make my ears bleed.  And when for the third time, I hear, “Sorry, we were cut off.” It’s about as much as I can do not to throw their bloody phone out of the non-opening windows.