"How's your leg?"
"It still hurts. I reckon I'm going to get a scar."
"Oh well, if we're going to be sharing scars I'll show you mine."
"Don't do it!!! If she ever offers to show you her scars make an excuse and leave. It's full of bite marks from the teeth of sailors of the seven seas."
"How did you know about that?"
"We had to take your trollies down when we had to get you out of Tunnel Dick."
"I've never been in Tunnel Dick."
"Yes you have. You've blanked it out. Must be the trauma of the cave-in."
"We had to dig you out."
"It was a devil of a job pulling you out of Tunnel Dick."
"Well, that would make a change. Usually I'm having trouble..."
"Don't say it!!!"
"It was on the tip of me tongue."
"Not for the first time duckie!"
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Working in a library is an opportunity to immerse yourself in posh intellectual chat. A case in point, overheard in the staff room...