"Hello, Helminthdale Library."
"Is that parking?"
"No, sorry, it's the library."
"It is parking, that's who I've rung."
"I promise you, I'm sitting in the reference library."
The guy on the line wouldn't have it that I wasn't sitting in an office a mile away and didn't want to know when I found a direct number for him that couldn't be diverted to 'phones in the library. Quite rudely (him, not me).
I can still do the patter but I don't have the patience that I used to have and am still profoundly irritated by this idiot.