Just doing their jobs
I’m on the hunt. I caught the scent of an Idea a while back and I’m following its trail, chasing it down. I spy the Idea grazing in a clearing in my mind, I’m downwind of it and it doesn’t know I’m here. The slightest sound will startle it and it will run. My muscles bunch, tense, quivering – I’m about to pounce…
The phone rings and the Idea is gone, skittering off into the tangled undergrowth of my brain.
Me: Who is this?
Him: Hello, is that Mr Breserling?
Me: Close enough, who are you?
Him: Mr Daniel Breserling?
Me: Yes, and you are?
Him: Hello Mr Daniel Breserling how are you today?
Me: Fair to middling pal, now what do you want?
Him: Hello, my name is Martin and I am calling you today in relation to the accident you had within the last two years…
Me: Can I just interrupt you there Martin?
Me: Let me spell this out for you son, and I want you to pass this on to Dennis, Christopher, Daphne, Elaine and the two dozen other people you work with who have rung me recently; now are you listening Martin, because this is very important and I wouldn’t want you to be confused.
Me: Martin, I HAVE NOT had an accident within the last two years, are you taking this down? Now, if you phone me again I’m going to come looking for you and trust me, you DO NOT want that to happen – are we perfectly clear to this point Martin?
Me: I’m so pleased. Now, off you f***
That was yesterday. This morning the phone rang:
Hello, is that Mr Breserling?