Me: Have you got any four by four posts, but long ones, maybe three and a half metres? Girl in timber yard office (who has been needlessly obstructive on several previous occasions): No. Me: What's the longest you've got? Girl: We might have some ten foot. Not sure. Might only have eight foot. Me: Well can you cut me some longer ones? Girl: How can we make long ones from short ones? Me: I thought you could maybe start with a tree. Girl: Oh funny guy eh? Me: Only when provoked. Girl: Could you get me some longer ones if I order them? Girl: Oh no we don't do that. Me: Oh well, OK then. Thanks for your help anyway. Girl: I'll go and have a look. [a few seconds later, sounding disappointed]: Oh, there's some three point six. Just come in. Excellent. I'll see you shortly.
Bill