<P><B><JC>The Bastard Operator from Hell #2</JC>
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<P>I'm sitting at the desk, playing x-tank, when some thoughtless bastard rings me on the phone. I pick it up.
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<P>"Hello?" I say.
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<P>"Who is this?" they say
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<P>"It's me I think" I say, having successfully attended a telephone skills course
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<P>"Me Who?"
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<P>"Is this like a knock knock joke?" I say, trying anything to save myself having to end this game.
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<P>Too LATE! I get killed.
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<P>Now I'm pissed!
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<P>"What can I do for you?" I ask pleasantly - (one of the key warning signs)
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<P>"Um, I want to know if we have a particular software package.."
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<P>"Which package is that?"
<P>"Uh, B-A-S-I-C it's called."
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<P>>clickety clickety d-e-l b-a-s-i-c.e-x-e<
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<P>"Um no, we don't have that. We used to though.."
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<P>"oh. Oh well, the other thing I wanted to know was, could the contents of my account be copied to tape to I have a permanent copy of them to save at home in case the worst happens.."