(Sporting one of those wide-rimmed summer hats often found on the heads of old middle-class ladies who like
to potter around in their gardens, this caller seeks to disguise himself due to his previous night's frequency of
ringing up the Daily Motivational Show.
His elderly mother -who the headwear actually belongs to, watches her son waiting on the telephone and
wonders if hiring one of those female escorts from Main Street may subdue her son's strange lonesome
behaviour and set him back on a path conducive with general society)
"Hi there, I'm just ringing in from my usually busy schedule to ask for advice when confronted with an abrupt
lady who lives just across the rail-tracks when I pop into town for some fresh flowers? She's a brusque dame
and I'm sure she struggled during her educational years to enhance her intellectuality, but still, she's quite
pleasant on the eye...
(At this point, the caller's mother secretly smiles to herself and wanders off to make some scones.)
"...Anyway, I was wondering if your advisor, Jane -who I hope doesn't read too much into my concern, would
offer some sage guidance on what to do when I encounter the usually semi-inebriated maiden when I go to
the market this morning?
Oh, and thank you for this marvellous Show, by the way."
to potter around in their gardens, this caller seeks to disguise himself due to his previous night's frequency of
ringing up the Daily Motivational Show.
His elderly mother -who the headwear actually belongs to, watches her son waiting on the telephone and
wonders if hiring one of those female escorts from Main Street may subdue her son's strange lonesome
behaviour and set him back on a path conducive with general society)
"Hi there, I'm just ringing in from my usually busy schedule to ask for advice when confronted with an abrupt
lady who lives just across the rail-tracks when I pop into town for some fresh flowers? She's a brusque dame
and I'm sure she struggled during her educational years to enhance her intellectuality, but still, she's quite
pleasant on the eye...
(At this point, the caller's mother secretly smiles to herself and wanders off to make some scones.)
"...Anyway, I was wondering if your advisor, Jane -who I hope doesn't read too much into my concern, would
offer some sage guidance on what to do when I encounter the usually semi-inebriated maiden when I go to
the market this morning?
Oh, and thank you for this marvellous Show, by the way."
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