Monday, July 11, 2011

On playing to a tough crowd

On playing to a tough crowd

My former arch-nemesis Tired Dad (sorry pal, don't blame me - blame the Dalai Lama) recently noted:

"Never try to be 'witty' in a chemists'. They really don't approve."

I thoroughly concur. Whilst the use of humour on the captive audience that is the till operator in most shops can only be encouraged in order to lift these poor wretches out of the drudgery of their everyday working lives, there are some establishments which are clearly off limits.

As Mr Dad found out, the chemist shop is clearly one of these places. And, as I found to my cost, is the receptionist in my local dentist surgery. After the usual name, rank and number shenanigans, we got down to business and - so I thought - japery was in order

Me: I'd like to cancel my appointment next week

Her: Right you are

Me: I've got this meeting with Lord Coe, you see. Me and Sebby go way back

Her: (Unimpressed) Right, that's cancelled for you

Me: In fact, Bowie warned me about being a namedropper.

Her:

Me: Jagger agreed with him

Her:

Me: And the Chief Rabbi

Tough crowd, dental receptionists. Tough crowd.

7 comments:

Debster said...

I would like to cancel this comment.

Donna said...

can't wait to see what Pseudonymph is going to say.....

#Debi said...

I like to wear my "I'm not dead yet" t-shirt to the doctor's office. Amuses the nurses no end...

TRT said...

Not true. My dentist's receptionist had a sign up at the desk saying "You don't have to smile to work here, but it helps!"

Tony Quinlan - All Images Copyright © - 2010 said...

There should be a statue erected to Bobby Chariot.
And Charlie Chuck.

Pseudonymph said...

Thanks, Donna! Anything blokey with a wink is lead balloon material. No, I haven't test driven the condoms. No, they don't come in extra-large. It's for your penis, not your ego. Yeah, we're pillars of society. We get it. I will judge you if you say 'good' rather than 'well' when I ask how you are today. I was enquiring after your health, not your over-inflated ego. Again.
Perhaps I need a job away from people. At least they were anesthetized in my last job.

Donna said...

No doubt you get poor saps sent in for a 'packet of Bowman's capsules' or 'size 9 Fallopian Tubes'.
Mildly crimgeworthy the first time you hear it but after 10 or 20, you want to see arterial spray.