June 29, 2009

It is ridiculously hot in your office?

Because it's getting bloody hot in mine.

Then the phone rings.

"Hello, would you be so kind as to put me through to your distribution department, please?" asks a nicely spoken old lady.

"Certainly," I say, dialling the extension.

It's engaged, which I explain, and offer her the direct number.

"Oh, I've been ringing that for ten minutes now, and it's been engaged."

"Ah. Well, perhaps if you wait a little while?"

"Can't you put me through?"

"I'm afraid not. Because they're engaged, you see. You'll just have to try a little later."

"Well this isn't very good, is it? I want to go and sit in the garden."

Cue sounds of catastrophic explosion in Birkenhead.