Picture the scene

Our hero sits at the desk in the shattered bank, lit by the flames of the torched Hummer. The villain of the piece (perhaps played by John Travolta) stands over him, Desert Eagle in hand.

“Transfer the money, or she dies” he commands. Our hero, seeing no way out, picks up the phone and dials his offshore bank.

“Please enter your ten-digit banking number.” Shit! Our hero taps *.

“I'm sorry, there appears to be a problem with your banking number. Please try again.”

Some minutes later, to the strains of John Williams' hold music, we hear the enchanting refrain: “Sorry, all our customer services representatives are busy. Please continue to hold, and I will transfer you as soon as one becomes available.”

We, the audience, are overwhelmed with joy as the shattering report of a half-inch bullet puts the hero, and us, out of our misery.

It never happens in the movies.

Posted at 2005-07-22 09:11:56 by Richard • Link to Picture the scene
Comments, trackbacks.