I hate you Peter for your ridiculoulsy loud voice.
We sit in an open plan office and you, Peter, have the lungs of a Mammoth.
I have an idea, why not save on phone charges and just lean your head out of the window and talk. Any of the clients will surely hear you.
I go home with a headache each day, all I can hear when I go to sleep is your booming foghorn voice and frankly, Peter, it has to stop.
My God I hate you Peter
Deaf in Leeds
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