The man who understood

    “Hello, I’m after a carburettor gasket set for my Humber.”

    “OK. What year?”

    “Sixty-four.”

    “Right, a single carby, is it? Probably is.”

    “As far as I’m aware.”

    “That’ll be $20. I’ll post it out tonight. Should reach you tomorrow.”

    Thank-you.

    “No worries. Goodbye.”

    “Bye.”

    [The airy feeling it gives me when I say the word ‘Humber’ and the person on the other end of the phone doesn’t say “Honda?”]


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