A Conversation at Closing Time

"It never gets any better does it?"

"Doesn't it?"

"No."

"...?"

"Bea was just cashing up in the tea room when in comes Bertha with a huge box of eggs. Well, we don't have any room for them. You know how we're fixed."

"I do, yes."

"So, Bertha, she says 'Where d'you want these eggs?' and Bea, she says 'What?' and Bertha, she says 'Where can I leave these eggs?'

Well, Bea's trying to do the till, and you know how she gets when she's doing the till, so she says 'We can't take them here, I haven't room for them here, you'll have to take them down to the shop.'"

"Ok, fair enough."

"Yeah, but that Bertha, she goes 'Stick 'em up your arse!' in front of everyone, in front of the tea room girls and the customers, and walks out!"

"Oh dear!"

"Well, Bea's not happy."

"No, she wouldn't be."

"'Stick 'em up your arse' she said! In front of everyone!"

"Yes...yes, that's terrible. Awful. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh. It's very serious. I'll have a word."