“Well, I can’t change my schedule either – not just for you, Mr. Morris.”
“You b****y people! You’re quick enough to take my b****y money, all sweetness and light then, aren’t you? Nothing is too much trouble. But when I ask something of you, it’s a different b****y story. b****y crooks you are, that’s the truth of it.”
“I don’t like your tone, Mr. Morris.”
“And I don’t like yours. It’s not my fault I have to go out, and you can’t just phone me up and expect me to drop everything just for you. What if I was at work? What would you do then?”
“But you’re not at work are you Mr. Morris? I doubt if you’ve got a job. Maybe that has something to do with your claim? Short of money, are we? Bad day at the bookies?”
“Ralph,” hissed his colleague.
Morris could not contain himself now. “You san
