Just another day at the office. Phone rings ...
"Hello, Ross Sharp."
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Hello? ... Yes, I am one of your payees ...?"
"And what’s your name, please?"
"John Smith."
"What can I do for you, John?"
"I’ve received a ... er ... a statement from you?"
"Yes?"
"Ummmm, what, ... am I supposed to do anything?"
"How do you mean, sorry?"
"Sign it? Something ... something with it?"
"No."
"Ah ... so, what do I ...?"
"Just keep it somewhere. Give it to your accountant at tax time. File it ... It's yours to keep."
"Ah ... Okay, thanks ... Also, I ... I have received a cheque?"
"Yes. And ...?"
"The cheque ...?"
"Take it to a bank."
"A bank?"
"Yes. A bank. Take it to a bank."
"Ah ... okay. Good. Thank you."
"No worries. Bye."
From 1939, The Marx Brothers “Lydia, the Tattooed Lady” from “At The Circus”
"Hello, Ross Sharp."
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Hello? ... Yes, I am one of your payees ...?"
"And what’s your name, please?"
"John Smith."
"What can I do for you, John?"
"I’ve received a ... er ... a statement from you?"
"Yes?"
"Ummmm, what, ... am I supposed to do anything?"
"How do you mean, sorry?"
"Sign it? Something ... something with it?"
"No."
"Ah ... so, what do I ...?"
"Just keep it somewhere. Give it to your accountant at tax time. File it ... It's yours to keep."
"Ah ... Okay, thanks ... Also, I ... I have received a cheque?"
"Yes. And ...?"
"The cheque ...?"
"Take it to a bank."
"A bank?"
"Yes. A bank. Take it to a bank."
"Ah ... okay. Good. Thank you."
"No worries. Bye."
From 1939, The Marx Brothers “Lydia, the Tattooed Lady” from “At The Circus”
1 comment:
I'm thinking we have worked in very similar environments.
Mine was affectionately known as Cuntshare.
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