"How much does he want for it?" I say to Edna "only a tenner" not bad for a lawnmower I guess. I haven't the heart to tell her I just bought a house with a yard, like the ones on Coronation Street. "Tell him i'll pick it up when I've finished the run" I tell her. It's been a long hot day and I duly pick up the mower and stick it in the back of the wagon. We're 20 minutes from our shift ending and about to go green. We're sure to go back to base. Good old control...they forgot a discharge who's been waiting all day and very, very pissed off. I wheel him in the back and he looks at the inconspicuously hidden under a blanket lawn mower and his face looks like its going to explode. "Is that what I think it is"? he splutters. "Actually yes" I reply "We were just on our way up to the ambucopter, we have to get it to hovver and we mow a 'H' in the grass so it knows where to land" thinking that i'm done for and I can see the complaint letter coming in. "Goodness" he says "I never knew you had so many different duties".
Got away with that one.
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