11 January 2007

Behind every great man...

I am doing a little job for Mr and Mrs Chopper - you know, they made me an offer I couldn't refuse - and the other day, thinking she was still on holidays, I rang Mrs Chopper at home to check on some of the details.

Mr Chopper answered the phone and we chatted for a while - me punctuating each sentence with a nervous giggle. Mr C said I should call Mrs C at work. Then he added, "By the way, we never had this conversation. I'm taking a day off she doesn't know about."

Whaddyaknow? It turns out that all along I've been afraid of the wrong person.

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