No Great Escape
Little sods.
Knocking at the door, day and night.
I wouldn't mind so much if they knocked and ran away. I remember doing the same thing myself.
But oh no.
They stand there, bold as you like, trying not to laugh.
And then one of them - and you can usually tell which one it's going to be - asks the question. And even if the words change, it's the same question.
"Is Steve in?"
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