<P>"Well, why not move to Texas?" I ask
<P>
<P>"No, on my account, stupid."
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<P>Stupid? Uh-Oh..
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<P>"I'm terribly sorry" I say, in a polite manner equal to that of Jimmy Stewart in a Weekend Family Matine Feature "I didn't quite catch that. What was it that you said?"
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<P>I smell the fear coming down the line at me, but it's too late, he's a goner and he knows it.
<P>
<P>"Um, I said what I wanted was more space on my account, *please*"
<P>
<P>"Sure, hang on"
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<P>I hear him gasp his relief even though he'd covered the mouthpeice.
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<P>"There, you've got *plenty* of space now!"
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<P>"How much have I got?" he simps
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<P>Now this *REALLY* *PISSES* *ME* *OFF*! Not only do they want me to give them extra space, they want to check it, then correct me if I don't give them enough! They should be happy with what I give them *and that's it*!
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<P>Back into Jimmy Stewart mode.
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<P>"Well, let's see, you have 4 Meg available"
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<P>"Wow! Eight Meg in total, thanks!" he says, pleased with his bargaining power
<P>
<P>"No" I interrupt, savouring this like a fine red at room temperature, with steak, extra rare, to follow; "4 Meg in total.."
<P>
<P>"Huh? I'd used 4 Meg already, How could I have 4 Meg Available?"
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<P>I say nothing. It'll come to him.
<P>
<P>"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhH!"
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<P>I kill me; I really do!