Overheard in Flight Centre, Oxford. All the print jobs the lasses and lads have been sending to their local printer have ended up in the Hampstead office instead.
Flys on the wall say frustrated staff repeatedly tried to print, print and print again, but all the print jobs have ended up in Hampstead.
So far the Hampstead office has used up five boxes – that’s five boxes not reams of paper.
They’ve been getting P45s, flight itineries and all the rest. Guess the Hampstead folk are glad they’ve got air conditioning, inside.