Well! What an unbelievable mess! Olga, who lived in New York, had been asked by Hector, who lived in South Africa, to organize a meeting online. The two of them were to discuss an important business deal with Jack, who lived in Scotland.
The meeting was to seal a multimillion dollar transaction. Jack in Scotland had the money, Hector in South Africa had the imagination, and Olga in New York had the drive. It was easy-peasy! All three knew it. A deal could be struck so effortlessly that possibly a deal could be struck even before a deal could be struck!
The business of different time zones was easily solved; as was taking into account Summer Time and all other unnecessary foibles of modern time-foolery. Such a thing was simple arithmetic. All three came online at the same time. That was when the confusion began.
Not a single one of the three had the slightest inkling as to what the other was saying. The accents caused total muddlement. It was all Double Dutch. Olga, Hector, and Jack might as well have spoken in turn in Njerep, Kaixana and Paakantyi.
The meeting was worse than a waste of time; it was a disaster. Afterwards, Olga jumped off a bridge (in fact it held up traffic for quite some time). Hector took his elephant-hunting gun and went for a walk (he has never been seen since). Jack went and dined as usual in a fancy restaurant. (He had so much money he didn’t give a hoot about some silly failed transaction).
And that is why the antidote for the common cold has never been made available.
At least one of them had a decent meal afterwards.
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Yes, nothing beats a good meal in a restaurant after getting ones hair done.
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I believe that to be the case.
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*ah-choo*
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A dangerous thing to say these days.
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True. I’ll go stifle myself.
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All that drive, imagination, and money…and they couldn’t get a translator? That antidote better come soon…Herb is already catching a cold.
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It’s such a long flight to Herb’s Colorado to attend a funeral.
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That is a ways for me…John Denver country!
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That is a fine specimen of comic-apocalyptic fiction.
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Comic-apocalyptic is possibly verging on the fashionable.
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Three countries divided by a common language, eh?
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An excellent Shavian observation!
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They should have chanced a dinner meeting. Then, at least, they all would’ve enjoyed a good meal!
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But they didn’t live in California.
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Olga and Jack – such drama queens!!
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