Yes, I just committed one earlier. Something I'd vowed never to do.
I had left work and hopped on a bus. Tedium it was, as we edged our way out of town agonizingly slowly, so I welcomed the distraction of a call on my mobile. It was a friend enquiring about events and arrangements for this evening.
Whereabouts are you at the moment, said friend asked me.
I'm on the bus, I replied.
Damn. Take me outside to be shot, throw me into a pit of snakes, whatever: I surely deserve such a fate, or worse. For there's nothing I can bear less than that mundane, banal, endlessly-repeated phrase uttered by loud voices conducting one half of a desultory mobile-phone conversation.
I'm on the bus.
Well at least my own voice wasn't loud: I'd retained enough self-awareness to make sure of that.
But I said it. That phrase.
I won't do it again, I promise. I swear.
A happier exchange of words did occur today though, and I hope it makes up just a tiny bit for the above transgression.
Someone from a bunch of bright-eyed and pathologically enthusiastic market researchers (or something of that ilk) approached me in a manner which can only be described as - well, bright-eyed and pathologically enthusiastic.
Excuse me sir, I'm sorry to bother you!!!!
I smiled and tried to appear bright-eyed in return.
That's alright, I said, no problem!! and carried on walking.