I’m off sick today from a week of training at a hospital some 50km from here. There’s a bakery nearby that makes great gluten free cakes and I have ordered some to be collected today. There’s not way I am up to driving that far so I thought I should try and ring them to let them know I wouldn’t be there.
The number on the receipt went to another place. I said that I was deaf and needed them to speak more slowly/clearly etc.
Guess what, they put the phone down on me. I tried again and they impatiently gave me the number I needed. Numbers are hard on the phone so I had to repeat them back several times. What a grumpy miserable man.
I told him that it was the same as kicking out a walking stick from someone leaning on it. I bet he doesn’t understand one little bit.
When I did get through to the cake place they were fine. The trouble is you remember the shits more than the nice people as the shits are the ones who leave you shaking and crying. Morons the lot of them.