Sunday, February 21, 2010

52. Call them again


Bloody hell, this is a bridge too far. They are never bloody on time. I just wish they would get their damned act together and stop thinking the world is forever going to cut them slack. I’ve had it up to here with them! And what was the use of us doing all the ticket running around? It’s not as though we can get on without them, seeing as we have their bloody tickets, too! Christ, I am peeved.

Hang on Blue, I’ll dial them ag ...

Don’t call me Blue!

Whoa. Back off, charmer. I am on your side, right?

Yeah, well, I wonder sometimes. They are YOUR friends. You’re the one who suggested we experience the Indian Pacific together. Even after the disaster that was Barrington Tops. I’ve tried telling you that we’re on a hiding to nothing.

Brrring ... brrring ... followed by a hesitant “hello” ...

4 comments:

Joan Elizabeth said...

Ooo I felt this ... you don't know how many times I've been at that station fuming because hubbie hasn't turned up at the agreed time. But when the boot is on the other foot (which I must confess is often) he seems to take it all in his stride. Great shot and story to match.

Vicki said...

ROFL. You’ve captured the feeling in a nutshell. Thanks for the laugh. :)

Julie said...

Hah ... glad it rang true for both of you. His stance is just sooo sooo irritated!

diane said...

Sooo apt. We've all been there. Funny you should refer to Barrinton Tops in that way. My parents had a hilarious holiday there back in the 70's or 80's. They described it as a Fawlty Towers experience.