AS DIM AS MY BROKEN BULB
January 5th, 2005 Posted in UncategorizedI was away with work last night and was staying in a conference centre just south of Birmingham. After giving a brief and inspirationless presentation, I retired to my room for the afternoon to make some notes and jot down some ideas. Unfortunately the lighbulb in the desk light had blown (the one from the bedside table worked fine in its place) so I went down to reception to request a replacement.
“That’s fine sir, I’ll send the porter up with a new one as soon as possible” the lady at reception said and I handed her the dodgy bulb before heading back to my room.
Ten minutes later the porter knocked on my door and when I answered it, I was confronted with a man whose suit was too small, whose name was so foreign I couldn’t read it from his sloping badge and who was standing there smiling, and clutching a light bulb.
“Thanks a lot” I said and shut the door, taking the bulb from him and inserting it into the slot on the desk lamp. No light filled the darkened room - the dimwitted porter had BROUGHT ME BACK THE SAME LIGHTBULB I’D JUST HANDED INTO RECEPTION.
If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys.
5 Responses to “AS DIM AS MY BROKEN BULB”
By Mark on Jan 6, 2005
Let there be light.
By Wibbler on Jan 6, 2005
Skipping the light fantastic.
By Salina on Jan 7, 2005
Where were you staying? Fawlty Towers? The porter sure sounds like Manuel…
By Jonola on Jan 9, 2005
I shouldn’t say because I could get done for libel, but it was part of a well-known chain. The rest of the stay there was splendid.
Wibbler, what on earth?
By Tosspot.. on Feb 2, 2005
He was staying at the Hayley Conference Centre near Warwick