whipped my Katy Perry picture off the blue sound board in front of me. She slapped it down on my desk. I did a double-take. Someone had, very crudely, drawn a picture of a little man trying to climb out of Katy's bikini bottoms, along with a speech bubble saying "Help Me! I'm drowning!" How could someone deface Katy in such a way? I tried to shrug at Kate to show her I knew nothing about this monstrous act but she shot me an icy look and strode off in George's direction.
Gosh, I really was in trouble now. Plus, I had to get to the loo. How could there be anything left to come out? How? What should I do; cut the customer off or ask them to wait? I couldn't hold on much longer. As my bowels gave another lurch, I punched the Hold button and speed-minced to the toilets, trying not to attract attention. Martin, one of the other team managers, was in the toilets, head tilted right back as he applied some nasal
drops. I muttered "Sorry" as I shot into a cubicle and ripped my trousers down. The noise was unbelievable. It reverberrated around the cubicle and went on forever. How had that come out of me? It was truly shocking. I heard Martin quietly leaving the toilets - how awful that he'd had to hear that. What a time for him to have cleared his nasal passage. I made sure to breathe through my mouth as I pulled my trousers up and then slunk back to my desk, praying the odour hadn't followed me out. I put my headset back on, but the customer had hung up. Oh well. There was no reply from Lucy.