Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Deadpan Conversations With Taxi Firms, Vol n

Scene: a telephone line over which is being booked a minicab to take
me, L and a computer I've just picked up for a friend back home. We
have a crisp clean line, in a quiet flat which is also expensively
crisp and clean.
Minicab Telephone Woman: So, what's the road name again?
Me: Pall Mall
MTW: Can you spell that?
Me: Pee-ay-ell-ell em-ay-ell-ell.
MTW: What's the postcode? [I give the postcode] And is there a 'Road'
after that?
Me: No, it's just Pall Mall. The Queen lives there if that helps.

This continues for some time. Quite why I thought that bringing the
Queen into it would help I don't know. I can't imagine she books
minicabs that often, and I'm sure she pronounces things very
differently, having only one vowel sound at her disposal (a sort of
strangled 'urgh' noise acting in place of the many varied sounds we
might use).

5 comments:

  1. Oh, Jim, you've unwittingly revealed your secret identity!

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  2. Ah, but you look silly now I've deleted it, don't you?

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  3. I always have trouble prounouncing Pall Mall. Do you say Pal Mal, or Paul Maul?

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  4. Paul Keitel said:

    You wanna escalate this, do you?

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    # posted by Paul Keitel : May 10, 2006 7:44 PM

    Consider this escalated...

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  5. Oooohhhh cat fight how apt!

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