So, I'm assistant manager in a thrift store and could have throttled one of our volunteers today. I'm sorting through donations in the back and I had a couple of full bags waiting to go upstairs. Now, I have a bad back, so getting up and going up and downstairs all day is something I have to avoid as much as possible. So I shouted for her. Three times, at gradually increasing volumes.
When I got no answer, I whipped out my mobile and called the shop landline. Now it's known that whoever is on the shop floor answers the phone.
And it rang. And rang. And rang. So, finally I get up and go over to the (empty) shop floor. Two of our volunteers are stood chatting while the phone rings in the background.
"Answer the bloody phone!" I shout jokingly.
"Oh I thought you were going to get it."
When I got no answer, I whipped out my mobile and called the shop landline. Now it's known that whoever is on the shop floor answers the phone.
And it rang. And rang. And rang. So, finally I get up and go over to the (empty) shop floor. Two of our volunteers are stood chatting while the phone rings in the background.
"Answer the bloody phone!" I shout jokingly.
"Oh I thought you were going to get it."

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