Never ignore a pooh-pooh

I'm sure every business gets them. I'd put money on the fact that every driving school gets them. That phone call, the one that you can tell a mile off from the deadened eyes of the unfortunate who lucked out and picked up. You listen in, rolling your eyes at other people in the office and snigger as your colleague tries in vain to explain something, understand an accent, or just get a word in edgeways. Yesterday I was that unfortunate. After getting off the phone after a particularly taxing phone call I turn to Tony.
"Crikey, Tony, that last one spoke as slowly as mud rolling down a slight hill."
Tony smiles preoccupiedly, as he is working hard on sorting out the SaFED invoices. Suddenly what I've said trickles through, and he turns round with a devilish grin.
"Give it to Peter Blight."
Sniggering quietly to himself Tony turns back to his invoices. I shrug. Someone has to take this chap, and Peter Blight is as good an instructor as any. In fact, I recently read some feedback about him that said, and I quote "He was always happy, chilled, and most importantly never shouted at me. Even when I kept going round the roundabout in third gear, or reversing when I should have been going forward." That, to me, sounds like exactly the kind of instructor needed for a chap like the one I just spoke to. I type in the message to Peter and promptly forget all about it.
I got in this morning - early, I'd like to point out - and discovered the following email in Tony's inbox (edited, so as not to offend any one in particular - they are a customer, you know):

So... I thought

I haven't had a pupil from The Big Red L for three months, and I have a new one (recommended) starting tomorrow...

Why would they send me one out of the blue?

Surely I would let them know if I was in need of a pupil, wouldn't I?

They don't usually think like this (helpfully...)

What's the catch?

Then I rang Jeff...

Jeff doesn't just speak slowly...

Jeff speaks at seven words a minute.

Jeff doesn't sound like the sharpest tool in the box. Then it all became clear...

Amanda put down the phone and breathed a heavy sigh, "Who shall we send this one to, Tony?" she asked with a note of mild desperation in her voice. Tony thought for a full two seconds, "Peter Blight," he said, without looking up from his keyboard. "He likes a challenge." Amanda smiled mischievously. Sweet revenge, she thought. This will teach him to 'pooh pooh' my creative expressions. She turned back to her computer and tapped in the brief message. Then, savouring the moment, she lifted her index finger, hovered over the 'send' key with a long delicious pause, then jabbed it down. Problem solved, thought Amanda wickedly, as she leant back with her arms slowly folding behind her head. Then she allowed he pleasure to course warmly through her body. "Cup of coffee, Tony?" she asked brightly. Amanda unfolded her arms and stood up, beaming at nothing in particular. Today was going to be a good day, she decided. A very good day.

Ah Peter, how well you know us.