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"Oh, no. Not again."
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"I'll go out and have a word."
"No, don't worry. I'll go."
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"Excuse me mate? How long is this going to go on for?"
"About an hour maybe."
"But it's 9'o'clock - some of us have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah. Sorry."
"You were here this morning too - why didn't you finish it then?"
"Dunno. Wasn't me."
"And a few weeks ago. That went on into the night too."
"Wasn't me."
"You'll be finished in the hour?"
"Yeah."
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2 comments:
Given that the average British workman would have buggered off at 5 pm sharp (after consuming numerous cups of tea in his stripey plastic hut instead of actually doing any work) you are left with only one conclusion: Aliens.
Could be the journalistic scoop of the century, y'know. I expect they're trying to locate a long-buried alienesque secret treasure hoard or summink.
No, this workman was drinking tea as well, and long past the hour deadline. I think that rules out the alien possibility, unless it was Doctor Who. I seem to recall him drinking tea.
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