Save me, I’m a functionary

I tend to take my coffee and chocolate cake in what I have just realised is a social club for the mentally disabled. They are very polite and seem to accept me as one of them. One day last week a woman rushed in and started bellowing into the public telephone. Her lungs had just stopped functioning, she screamed, she was dying, she wailed, and how could they let a civil servant suffer like that? I don’t think she was a member.

Trevor @ 17 July 2005 9:34 PM

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