Work has been crazy lately: Hundreds of xmas cards to deliver and the amount of packets that we're getting is unbelievable. Everybody's rushing around, losing their temper and taking it all too seriously. Just before leaving the office yesterday I went into the toilets and another postie was stood having a leak. He turned to me and said, 'What's the rush, eh? It's not good for you to rush. It'll catch up with you in the long-run.'
'It will, mate, yeah,' I said, and went into a cubicle and locked the door behind me.
I got my pen out and wrote 'What's the rush?' on the wall.
This morning I went into the same cubicle and someone had changed the word rush for the word rash.