“Arthur’s Bad Day”

“What do you mean, you’re not coming in today?” Arthur asked in a panic as he clutched the phone to his ear. “Dom, listen, you can’t do this to me, Mate. Customers are calling us this morning already, wondering when their cars will be ready.”

He paused, listening to Dom’s excuse about not having a day off in over a month now and how his wife was insisting they take a holiday, and so on.

“I can’t fill in for you, are you mad? Remember what happened when I tried to change the oil in my own car that time? I promised Colin I’d never go near on of the cars here. And you can’t expect him to come in here and take over in his condition. Yeah, I know it’s only his leg, but how do you expect him to crawl up under a car when he’s on crutches? Dom...Dom...are you still there?”

Dial tone.

“Oh bloody hell, Colin is not going to be happy about this,” Arthur sighed as he dialed Colin’s home number.