Bizarre conversations with the council part 27b

[venta]

I just rang up Oxford city council to get us a new green-box to put the recycling in; ours has taken itself off somewhere on its own business.

So, the nice lady asked me for my postcode. I try to be helpful[*], so I spelt out the postcode in an O-for-Orange kind of way.

The following ensued:

Me: E for elephant.
NiceLady: Is that elephant or alephant ?
Me <too confused to answer sensibly>: Yes.
NiceLady: OK, elephant. What house number ?

Just.... eh?

[*]Yes, really. Sometimes I do.

Comments

[venta.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but I've requested a new one now :) I might get back to you, though...

The first time [see comments about thieving oiks] our box went missing, Andy phoned the council on and off for nearly a year requesting a new one. We didn't get one. I phoned them once and it turned up the next day. I'm hoping my dots in councilmancy haven't degraded.