I phoned my mother today and had a conversation, the like of which happens often. It went a little (quite a lot) like this:
Mother: What's new?
Me: I went to Anonymous College today for my induction.
Mother: Oh, I saw it the other day. I was going to the cinema with Julia to watch a French film so Allen said take the blue car because the white one might break down. So, we're driving in the car park and the turns are very narrow so it was probably my fault but I caught the kerb and burst the tyre. So I managed to move the car on to the double yellow lines and phoned the Co-op Insurance and said that we had breakdown cover with them and they said no we didn't but I said we had Green Flag through our Co-op insurance but the woman said we didn't. But I was sure we did and found a paper in the car so phoned back again and got the woman to check and she found us so they sent a breakdown vehicle in about 50 minutes but he couldn't get the wheel off because they are alloy wheels with special rims or something. So we had to go to a tyre place but he couldn't get the wheel off either because it needed a special tool. Well, we couldn't find it but then we found it in the compartment where we keep the tapes. I thought I had seen a bit of metal in there but didn't know what it was. So they got the wheel off and made it back to the car park to hot foot it to the film.
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Me: Sorry, what's this got to do with Anonymous College?
Mother: I drove past the back of it. It looks like a factory...
This was the start of the conversation. It didn't improve.
