“We couldn’t access rat, which was bad enough, then wham and tad fell over…”
“You mean Tod? Was he hurt?” Bob looked at his wife blankly.
“No, the tad.”
“Right… and did you call the Council?”
“What? Why?”
“To come and get the rat? Did you try to hit it?”
“Hit what?”
“You whammed it – remember?” He looked at Donna patiently.
“What…? Oh… no, I was talking about the rat-queue!”
“Surely that’s an infestation!”
“No, love. I’m talking about our R.R.A.T., W.A.M and T.A.D queues on our ticket-logging system at work!”
“And they call it Information Technology?” muttered Bob.
“You mean Tod? Was he hurt?” Bob looked at his wife blankly.
“No, the tad.”
“Right… and did you call the Council?”
“What? Why?”
“To come and get the rat? Did you try to hit it?”
“Hit what?”
“You whammed it – remember?” He looked at Donna patiently.
“What…? Oh… no, I was talking about the rat-queue!”
“Surely that’s an infestation!”
“No, love. I’m talking about our R.R.A.T., W.A.M and T.A.D queues on our ticket-logging system at work!”
“And they call it Information Technology?” muttered Bob.
