Plane Sailing

Plane Sailing

The phone in the accounts dept. was ringing. One of the girls answered.

' Good morning, accounts'.

Foreign voice, ' can I speak to Plane, please'.

' I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. Who did you want to speak to?'

'I want to speak to Plane'.

'Hang on, I'll get someone to speak to you'.

Another girl from accounts picked up the phone.

'Good morning. Accounts'

'Can I speak to Plane, please?'

'I'm sorry. I can't hear you properly'

'Please.  I want to speak to Plane'

'We don't have anyone called Plane here'.

'Plane, PLANE'.

'Just hold on'.

By now the whole department was at a standstill. Plane? They were laughing.  Indeed, some more than others. Pauline was even running up and down with her arms outstretched.  'Vroom, vroom, vrooom', she sang, what's my name? I'm called plane'. They laughed even more. Oh poor man. 'Pauline, you see if you can work out who he wants.'
  

'Hello. Can I help at all?, asked Pauline.

'Please, please, I really want to speak to a girl. Her name is Plane'.

Nope.  She didn't get it. She tried again. Again and again.

Oh dear,  she really was starting to feel very sorry for the guy but had to admit defeat and once more he was asked to hold on while someone who could help was found.  

She walked away telling the girls she couldn't help at all when suddenly, ' OH HELL ! ',  and clasping her hand to her mouth, her face turning the colour of Rimmel Luscious Red lipstick,  she remembered the gorgeous Filipino she'd met the week before. Plane. Pauline !. Soooooo embarrassing. It took quite a while to live that one down. Vroom, vroom, vroom,  they sang, what's her name? She's called Plane'.