Three Lawyers in a Car(To Say Nothing of the Driver)
Three lawyers set out for a prayer meeting in the evening yesterday in a car driven by one of their drivers. Since the fuel gauge was slipping below the reserve level, the driver pulled over at the nearest Petrol Bunk. While the gas was being filled one of the lawyers eased himself out of the car and went to the washroom only to find it locked.He asked the occupant in the office for the key and was rudely told that the toilets are meant for the staff. Relief could be found behind the bushes on the other side of the road,he slyly added, smirking at the other's discomfiture.
Meanwhile, unaware that there was mischief afoot, uneasiness reigned in the car since another lawyer started feeling the pressure. He wasnt too thrilled to find the first returning with his bladder full and cursing the day Petrol Bunk attendants were created. He heard him out in stony silence, with an "Oh-Ho!" escaping his lips went he heard about the advise offered by the man in the office.
Pardon me, 'Oh-Ho!" were not the only words to escape his lips. But, if I repeated the other words you may not pardon me!
Anyway, not ever having been a fan of the poet Tennyson, he wasn't about 'to chatter over stony ways,in little sharps and trebles,bubble into the ebbying bays, and babble on the pebbles'. The glint in his eyes revealed that he was contemplating actions which could lead to a sentence under Section 302 I.P.C, if convicted! Holding the first one by the elbow, he walked towards the office where an unwary manager-turned-aggressor looked into the distance and dreamt of turning to his advantage, spiralling fuel prices.
Five minutes was all it took for the manager to understand what happened to Nelson at 'waterloo' Three minutes were spent in educating the man how mandatory it was to provide clean toilets and restrooms for road users, among whom ladies, the elderly and diabetic patients formed a sizeable number. Two minutes were for the noodles in his head to be cooked.
Strangely enough,there are times in the affairs of men when the threat of a complaint to the CMD with a copy marked to a Prime Minister who has been vocal about building toilets first and temples later, would lead to otherwise rude attendants personally escorting beleagured travellers to the washroom. This was one such time. Having sorted out the release mechanisms nature has designed for men, the two were escorted to the car where the writer of this post was waiting in air-conditioned comfort; the temperature outside being a beastly 44 C.
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We parted with a stern warning, emphasising that washrooms have to be kept open and hygenic and that a board ought to be displayed offering the amenities instead of locking it and pocketing the key. Any deviation from the rule would result and the High Court will be informed expeditiously.
P.S. Nothing was said by the Driver.
Three lawyers set out for a prayer meeting in the evening yesterday in a car driven by one of their drivers. Since the fuel gauge was slipping below the reserve level, the driver pulled over at the nearest Petrol Bunk. While the gas was being filled one of the lawyers eased himself out of the car and went to the washroom only to find it locked.He asked the occupant in the office for the key and was rudely told that the toilets are meant for the staff. Relief could be found behind the bushes on the other side of the road,he slyly added, smirking at the other's discomfiture.
Meanwhile, unaware that there was mischief afoot, uneasiness reigned in the car since another lawyer started feeling the pressure. He wasnt too thrilled to find the first returning with his bladder full and cursing the day Petrol Bunk attendants were created. He heard him out in stony silence, with an "Oh-Ho!" escaping his lips went he heard about the advise offered by the man in the office.
Pardon me, 'Oh-Ho!" were not the only words to escape his lips. But, if I repeated the other words you may not pardon me!
Anyway, not ever having been a fan of the poet Tennyson, he wasn't about 'to chatter over stony ways,in little sharps and trebles,bubble into the ebbying bays, and babble on the pebbles'. The glint in his eyes revealed that he was contemplating actions which could lead to a sentence under Section 302 I.P.C, if convicted! Holding the first one by the elbow, he walked towards the office where an unwary manager-turned-aggressor looked into the distance and dreamt of turning to his advantage, spiralling fuel prices.
Five minutes was all it took for the manager to understand what happened to Nelson at 'waterloo' Three minutes were spent in educating the man how mandatory it was to provide clean toilets and restrooms for road users, among whom ladies, the elderly and diabetic patients formed a sizeable number. Two minutes were for the noodles in his head to be cooked.
Strangely enough,there are times in the affairs of men when the threat of a complaint to the CMD with a copy marked to a Prime Minister who has been vocal about building toilets first and temples later, would lead to otherwise rude attendants personally escorting beleagured travellers to the washroom. This was one such time. Having sorted out the release mechanisms nature has designed for men, the two were escorted to the car where the writer of this post was waiting in air-conditioned comfort; the temperature outside being a beastly 44 C.
.
We parted with a stern warning, emphasising that washrooms have to be kept open and hygenic and that a board ought to be displayed offering the amenities instead of locking it and pocketing the key. Any deviation from the rule would result and the High Court will be informed expeditiously.
P.S. Nothing was said by the Driver.
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