One evening a teacher received a cold tele-sales phonecall at home.
“Hello, Mr. Lawrie. My name’s Ewan from Simpson’s Conservatories. We’re working in your area at the moment. Would you like a quote for a conservatory?”
Mr. Lawrie thought he recognised the voice. “Did you say your name was Ewan?”
“And you say you can fit conservatories anywhere?””
“Including top flats like mine?”
The young man hesitated, then said, “Oh no, are you THAT Mr Lawrie?”
“I am indeed, Ewan. Why weren’t you in my class this afternoon?”
Ewan gulped, then confessed. “I’m sorry. I bunked off to work in this call centre. I only started on Monday.”
“Hmm,” said the teacher.
The student gave up the job at the end of the week.