One Foot in the Grave1990

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Mrs Inglis:
Twenty-six years sitting behind a reception desk, what must that do to a man's brain?

Mrs Jellis:
I shouldn't think it does a lot of good, myself.

Mrs Inglis:
Mmm. I suppose it's a bit like one of those polar bears that just suddenly snap and ends up lumbering round its cage bellowing at everyone in a rather irrational manner.

Mrs Jellis:
Huh. Either way it'll be a merciful release. God, early retirement at sixty; you'd jump at the chance.

Mrs Inglis:
Anyone would.

Mrs Jellis:
How did he take it when you told him?

Mrs Inglis:
Oh, great, great. No problem. Well...

Mrs Jellis:
You have told him?