The Fadesmobile is sold and gone.
I rang up and cancelled the car insurance.
"May I ask why you are leaving DodgeCo Insurance?" asked the chap at the call centre.
"We've sold our car," I said, "We don't want to run a car any more" - an answer which is the conversational equivalent to playing an ace of spades in whist.
"Oh," he said, with some satisfaction, "I'll spare you the speeches, then."
We live in a world where people are employed to say loads of stuff they don't want to say to people who don't want to hear it. I always enjoy the moments when we are allowed to admit this.
Scene: a famous high st record shop. Marv is buying a CD.
"Would you be interested in our store card?" asked the cashier.
"No, thank you."
"OK," he said.
"Don't worry," I added, "I know you have to do your upselling."
He grins.
Scene: a famous clothes store. A young man is standing at the door, greeting people as they come in.
I can't remember how I got into conversation with this man, but somehow I did. During the conversation, I suggested that it must be rather dull standing at a door saying hello to people all day for no reason. He grinned, with some relief, and shook my hand (!)
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