Years ago, when my other half was at a firm in Essex, I phoned his office one day to find out what time he was likely to be home. I was told by a man that he was in an important meeting and would contact me when he was out. Well, I started saying, what not another meeting and do does Mr X ever let his employees go home and what a dipstick Mr X was, has Mr X got no other life...blah, blah, blah (choice words from me etc etc).Very cooly the man on the other end of the phone said,'This IS Mr X, that you are talking to'.
I wanted the floor to swallow me up.
I must have looked like cherry.
Needless to say, Mr X went back to the meeting and explained that he had 'encountered me' on the phone and that the meeting was being foreshortened so that his employees could 'go home!'
He he!
