Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I don't know why I even bother sometimes.

Today I was on hotline again, and this man called in complaining that there was a printing error in the paper.

So I decided to check out the page he was talking about. It turned out that it was the racing page, which no one ever reads, but I decided to humour him anyway. His complaint was about how there were two entries for "Singapore - Sunday" races, when there should be only one.

I looked through the page. The last entry on the first page was race 9, the first entry on the next page was race 10. Which basically meant there wasn't a printing error. There simply wasn't enough space so the column spilled over to the next page.

I then told the uncle so. I even had to spend several minutes trying to explain to him that ten naturally follows nine, and just because both pages have the header "Singapore - Sunday" doesn't mean that the content is exactly the same.

I don't even know how he could have assumed so, because one page had 9 entries, and the other, 3.

After 5 minutes, he finally realised the error of his ways. He said: "Oh sorry sorry, my mistake, I never see."

Glad to be of service uncle. Just by one phone call, I cured both blindness and stupidity. I hate to say this, but I'm a miracle worker.