*Ring Ring*
Me: Good afternoon; The Angel Inn.
Guy: Oh, hi there. Umm… I was just wondering if I could ask you a quick question.
Me: Yeah, of course.
Guy: Umm… So basically, I work at [a nearby hotel] and one of our guests has asked me to call all the nearby restaurants to ask something.
Me: Oh, right. That must be a bit of a pain! What is it?
Guy: Haha, yeah… It is… But, uhhh… He wants to know… Well, do you serve lamb chops?
Me: Uhh, no. I’m afraid not.
Guy: Oh.
Me: But, we do have some other lamb dishes. We have…
Guy: No… No. That’s fine. He… *sigh* … He wants lamb chops.
Me: Oh, right… Sorry.
Guy: Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll just keep trying.
Me: Well… Good luck.
Guy: Yeah… Thanks.
*click*
I imagine this lamb chop craver was standing near this guy nodding his head ‘no’ to any other lamb delicasies…
Seemed like it! You should have heard his voice… I’ve never heard anyone sound so depressed…
Lamb does bring out strong emotions. The irrational need to bite and swallow for me.