New dress code

I wasn't home early...

So I thought:

“Have you eaten?” was a fair question.

“I've just got in”, said BLISS.

I looked again to make sure. Yep. Dressing gown. PJs.

“Well. Not long got in” she said.

“New dress code” said DLL.

Looks like it's pretty relaxed.

There's a sign in the car

CK caught my attention:

“Do us a favour. Next time you check over those semis, put this up.”

Dirty great “For Sale at Auction” sign. I was passing them on my way back, but I don't happen to have a hammer and nails in my suit pocket.

“There's no instructions on the back”, I said, “it may get installed upside down.”

Then I put it in the back of the car. It totally blocked the rear view. Too long a drive for that. Try the back seat. Now being a bloke presented with two options:

(A) Jump in, reverse two feet, open rear door wide, slide sign into back seatwell;

or:

(B) Spend ages trying to force the sign in with the door partly open and part blocked by the car parked next to mine, even though it patently wasn't going to fit in a month of Sundays, before resorting to the inevitable option (A);

naturally I went for (B), then (A).

Then I called CK.

“That sign?”

“Yeah”

“Got another one?” I think I heard the building shake as he fell over.

“Why?”

“I've broken it.” Long silence. You could almost detect his hand shaking.

“You haven't.”

“No. Of course I haven't.”

“Thank god, don't do that to me.”

“But Gary did ran it over.”

“He didn't.”

“No, of course he didn't.”

He told me to Foxtrot Oscar. Then he hung up. I will, naturally, photoshop a photo of the sign when it's installed. Upside down, naturally.