Situation: I am sitting next to four female colleagues (an odious member has recently left to be replaced by a less offensive person, but the dynamic remains) who "girl talk" a lot. I mean a lot. So I've been describing the place I work as "Girl Talk Hell."
Some of the denizens of GTH have strange cell phone practices.
Generally, in the office it is considered considerate to 1) turn ringers off or way down, and 2) when receiving a call, to leave the workstation and go somewhere somehwhat more discrete for conversation.
Here in GTH it isn't really that way. One member regularly places and takes calls right there at her workstation, talking to her boyfriend like he's a developmentally challenged child (she speaks about him this way offline also; her compatriots are not all that trusting of men and their imputed intentions), and having other calls as well. The recently departed did the same (w/o the boyfriend, but with a similarly abrasive know-it-all quality). Another takes her call and steps two whole steps away from her workstation before talking _really_loudly_ (she has a good deal of volume when not on the phone as well).
My fantasy is to receive a call from the friend whose calls I regularly answer "Hey you fuck" while I'm at my desk. I would answer in the typical fashion, perhaps a bit louder than normal, and then, regardless of what that friend says on the phone, say something like,
"I'm at work; sitting at my desk."
...(space for heyufuk to speak)...
"Oh, no. None of my coworkers will be bothered at all."
...
"Because we've got fucking CONE of SILENCE, man: they can no more hear me now than I can hear all their conversations all day every day!"
...
"You're shittin' me."
...
"Really? Oh (somewhat quieter) shit; I thought it was real."
And then I'd be asked not to return to the office.
And GTH ... well, in all likelihood, they wouldn't notice a thing or be embarrassed or change their behavior one whit. But I'd feel really clever and underhanded.
A man can dream.