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Eric, I commend you and want to know where I can get one of these things. There’s nothing worse then listening to a person, usually a female, on the phone talking like they’re in their living room on public transportation. I can’t tell you how many times I wished that jammer was a detonator that I could just hit the button and end my life. I don’t want to hear about your asshole baby daddy, what your plans are for the evening, and all the other bullshit drama in your life. This is one of the last positives of the subway since there is no cell service down there and even that’s in jeopardy. You wanna know what talking out loud on the phone leads to? Nasty old women cursing you out and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. You don’t want your phone jammed, don’t make everyone on the bus feel like they’re in the audience of Maury.

Side note: I loved Eric in Hot Tub Time Machine.