Saturday, February 23, 2013

Little less conversation

We've been hearing possums in our roof.  So we called the real estate gangsters and told them there were possums in our roof.  They told us to send an email to them telling them that there were possums in the roof, so we sent them an email telling them that there were possums in the roof.  They sent a Man, who knocked on our front door and told us that, having looked at our yard, he reckoned we probably had possums in our roof.  He climbed up into the roof-space and poked around for a while, then came down and told us that we have possums in our roof.  He then sat on our couch and wrote a report to the real estate gangsters telling them that we have possums in our roof.  Then he left.

Now I know how patients in hospital feel about doctors.  Except nobody ever died from having possums in their roof.

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