As I haven't updated about work fun lately:
As part of the order process we're supposed to ask customers if they want their telephone number in the phone book. Yesterday I was setting up a 'phone line for an old dear who was doddering about in the background while I was chatting to her daughter.
"So, do you want your mum's number in the phone book?"
"MUM! Do you want your number in the phone book?"
"Why would I want my number in the phone box? I'll get all sorts of pervy calls from dirty old men thinking I'm a prostitute! I don't mind the pervy calls but I don't want them thinking I'm a whore!"
I was so glad the daughter couldn't see me struggling to keep a straight face.
Then, today, I was sat reading Veronica Mars quotes I'd emailed to myself to stop myself getting bored when I hear from the chap next to me:
"No, don't worry, I'll do it as fast as I can."
"No, you won't run out of air, don't worry."
"Don't worry, our phone boxes are not airtight. You'll be fine."
"You're not in a vacuum! Our phone boxes aren't air tight, you won't run out of oxygen."
"JUST OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR AND LET SOME NEW AIR IN SO YOU DON'T WORRY ABOUT SUFFOCATING THEN!"