It's 10.20 am and Tony isn't in. As mentioned before, he's off doing some van driver training for ITV, so Lucas and I have got the office to ourselves. Party? Nope. In fact, because Lucas hates the radio with a passion, we are sitting in silence. Silence, except for when the phone rings, as it does now and then, and as it did a moment or two ago. On the other end was Stephen Lowrie, driving instructor for the Dartford area.
"I got a text from Tony yesterday about a lady called Faye, but the number he sent had too many digits in."
I check. It does have too many digits in. I'm not sure what to do - the only contact detail we have for her is an incorrect number. We could wait and see if she calls back, but that's just not how we like to do business.
"I tell you what," I answer, "I expect Tony accidently hit two numbers instead of one. I'll call every combination until I find her."
Lucas looks at me and shakes his head in a sarcastic 'you're-being-totally-unrealistic' way but I'm fairly confident that I'll get through sooner or later - there's only a few combinations it could be if Tony has accidently hit two numbers next to each other instead of one. If I try all those and still can't get hold of her, I'll give up, but in the happy knowledge that I Tried. I write down each combination. There's more than I thought there would be. I mentally postpone my to-do list until after lunch; this is going to take a while. I dial the first number. It rings; that's a good start. Someone picks up.
"Faye speaking."
Oh. That was easy. I'm a little disappointed; I feel as though I've sat down to enjoy Lord of the Rings and in the first ten minutes Frodo has helicoptered over Mount Doom, chucked the One Ring in, and got home in time for tea.
Take me home
"I got a text from Tony yesterday about a lady called Faye, but the number he sent had too many digits in."
I check. It does have too many digits in. I'm not sure what to do - the only contact detail we have for her is an incorrect number. We could wait and see if she calls back, but that's just not how we like to do business.
"I tell you what," I answer, "I expect Tony accidently hit two numbers instead of one. I'll call every combination until I find her."
Lucas looks at me and shakes his head in a sarcastic 'you're-being-totally-unrealistic' way but I'm fairly confident that I'll get through sooner or later - there's only a few combinations it could be if Tony has accidently hit two numbers next to each other instead of one. If I try all those and still can't get hold of her, I'll give up, but in the happy knowledge that I Tried. I write down each combination. There's more than I thought there would be. I mentally postpone my to-do list until after lunch; this is going to take a while. I dial the first number. It rings; that's a good start. Someone picks up.
"Faye speaking."
Oh. That was easy. I'm a little disappointed; I feel as though I've sat down to enjoy Lord of the Rings and in the first ten minutes Frodo has helicoptered over Mount Doom, chucked the One Ring in, and got home in time for tea.
Take me home
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