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mumble, mumble, mumble, Danger of Death
Dec. 9th, 2011 10:33 amGosh it was windy last night.
On the way to an appointment in Morningside I was called to by a gentleman. He was standing in a doorway, shouted out to me and beckoned me over. Between the wind howling in my ears, my hat and his thick accent and mumbling, drunken delivery it took him five goes to tell me that a piece of roofing slate had just fallen off the roof we were standing under. So rather than passing on I was
Thank you sir.
Your incompetence as a communicator exposed both of us to the danger of falling roof material for several minutes longer than was necessary.
I salute you.
On the way to an appointment in Morningside I was called to by a gentleman. He was standing in a doorway, shouted out to me and beckoned me over. Between the wind howling in my ears, my hat and his thick accent and mumbling, drunken delivery it took him five goes to tell me that a piece of roofing slate had just fallen off the roof we were standing under. So rather than passing on I was
Thank you sir.
Your incompetence as a communicator exposed both of us to the danger of falling roof material for several minutes longer than was necessary.
I salute you.
