Had a conference call a while back where I was sneaking off early to drive up to Scotland for a weekend’s MTB action with my bro. Our American chums were late on the call so, during the idle chit chat, my bro was subjected to a female colleague (who was a good, if excessively open, friend) regaling me with the details of the infection she had gotten from incorrect fitting of her ‘contraceptive device’.
Just as he was about to barf in the car, it became apparent that one of the Yanks had been on the phone all along.
The next time we met I had to explain the words ‘minge’ and ‘gusset custard’ to my terribly christian American friend.
Last conference call I had was one where I dialled in from home on a day off having just moved house. Agreed to it as I would only be required for 10 minutes. After an hour of listening to a detail focussed european college I gave up and handed the phone to my 4 year old so he could tell them all how exciting the park was and he’d been for a poo on his own so now can we go and play on the swings.
Message received :o)