I cancelled a weekend social engagement (kids with runny noses, what else is new, etc), via email, and get this email in return:
RECEPTIONIST: Oh, hi. Mister Costanza, we were trying to get in touch with you. Wendy can't make her appointment.
GEORGE: What d'you mean?
RECEPTIONIST: She had some personal affair she had to attend to. I left a message on your machine. You didn't get it?
GEORGE: When did you leave the message?
RECEPTIONIST: Few hours ago.
GEORGE: (pointedly) Oh, I'm sorry, I require twenty-four hours notice for a cancellation. Now, as I see it, you owe me seventy-five dollars.
RECEPTIONIST: Look, Mister Costanza...
GEORGE: Will that be cash, or cheque?
Well Done.
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