Just had another of those calls.
"Good afternoon, Big Red L, Amanda speaking."
"Big Red School."
"Erm.... yes. That's us." (more or less, anyway)
"Big Red School?"
"Yes?"
"Lessons."
Aha, thought I, this sounds like a Londoner after automatic tuition.
"Where are you based?"
"Where?"
"Yes, where. Where do you live?"
"Here."
"Ok, good. Where's that?"
"Forest Hill."
Ha! London. Score one to me.
"Ok, are you after automatic lessons?"
"Yes. Automatic."
Ten points to me.
"I'm afraid we only have automatic tuition in Folkestone and Dover."
"When?"
"No, Folkestone and Dover. They're places. Quite far from you."
"Not yet."
I feel like I'm playing that gameshow from a few years ago where contestants had to answer the next question with the answer to the last question . Or something. Even then, her replies don't make sense.
Oh, another story for you - someone was trying to sell us advertising the other day. I had a nice chat with him whilst waiting to transfer him to Tony until he said, "Yeah, so this advertising will go out in the magazine, it should really raise the profile of Red Drving School!"
I hope not.
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Good grief! What's happening to the gene pool? Even automatics require a brain in the equation somewhere. Send them to Red Driving School with our compliments.
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