You are now in a cue …
Irritation developed into a rage today.
I was in work on over-time, using the opportunity of the relative quiet to have a think about the changes to the seating plan. One of my highlighter pens started to run dry from over-work, so I went on a search for a replacement.
I rooted around in the drawers in the area and found all sorts of rubbish. I found that important document from a couple of weeks ago. The post-it was still on it saying ‘Important’, so I highlighted it in pink and put it back in my drawer to make sure I deal with it tomorrow.
There was also a sheet of paper with the heading “Car Spotting Snooker Tournament. Spring 2004.”
“Tizzy, what’s this?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s Brian and John, they have been running a competition for the past few weeks. I don’t know how it works, but it something to do with scoring points based on the colour of passing cars.” She said.
That’s why they ‘needed’ a window seat.
A taxi went past. Pot black.