One of *those* days.

[tyggerjai]

I'll refrain from taking this opportunity to take a cluebat upside head of either clueless support weenies or people who ring me at work - except perhaps to point out that if you have to disturb my office mate, it's because I have (fairly famously) gone to great lengths to ensure that people don't ring me at work. Or, in fact, anywhere. And if you *do* force me to use a communications device you know I despise, better be sure I'm going to care.

What I *actually* wanted to say was that it's the little things that make your day. Like rocking up to a very corporate CBD lawyers office, asking for "Geoff", and when Geoff, the man in black, comes out, handing him a wad of cash in return for a bulging manila envolope. I wonder how he explained *that* to the receptionist?

It was in fact very innocuous. Like I say. It's the little things.

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Comments

[leadgend.livejournal.com]

Explain what? It's a lawyer's office, surely it happens all the time! :)

[seedy-girl.livejournal.com]

So *that's* what you were doing at the Rialto on Friday? *smirk*

I saw you from across Flinders Lane heading up that way, but was in the middle of conversing with the friend I had just finished having lunch with and not really able to yell "Oi!" at you from a distance. If I had, you would have had the shocking experience of seeing me wearing a beige suit. :)

[tyggerjai.livejournal.com]

Nah - my brain is very good at editing things like that out - I would merely have wondered why some empty piece of pavement seemed to be yelling "Oi" at me. Because that would have been far easier for my brain to accept than you in a beige suit :)

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