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Originally Posted: 11:30 PM - Feb 14, 2012
A well-dressed middle-aged gentleman stepped out of the lift and looked down to find there were stairs before him. Puzzled, he stepped down them and found himself face to face with a very tall fellow with a red carnation in his jacket.
βGood morning, sir,β he said with a genial smile. βAre you being served?β
βEr, no,β the gentleman replied. βIβm looking for a gift for my mother-in-law. Can you assist me?β
βIβm afraid not, sir,β the fellow replied kindly. βI am the floorwalker. I believe you require the services of our Mrs Slocombe. Please, follow me.β He led the gentleman over to a counter. βMrs Slocombe, are you free?β
A middle-aged woman popped up from below the counter, frightening the gentleman. Her hair was a shocking pink, very similar to the shade of bubble gum. She looked left and right before answering, βAt the moment, Captain Peacock.β
βThe gentleman seeks a gift for his mother-in-law,β Captain Peacock informed her before returning to the centre of the floor.
βOh yes?β Mrs Slocombe gave him a benevolent smile. βWhat did Sir have in mind?β
βIβve no idea, Iβm afraid,β the gentleman said. βYou see, she rather loathes me and I promised my wife Iβd try to be nice to her, so I thought Iβd buy her some sort of gift. Trouble is Iβve no idea what to buy a sixty-three year old woman.β The gentlemanβs face brightened all of a sudden. βAh! Perhaps you might suggest something? You have similar features.β
Mrs Slocombeβs smile flickered for a second and she blinked rapidly in irritation. βCertainly, Sir.β She turned to her assistant and said, βMiss Brahms? Are you free?β
A younger woman stepped forward, wearing a very sweet smile that practically showed off every single tooth in her mouth. βYes, Mrs Slocombe?β she replied.
βWould you bring me a box of scarves from the stock-room?β Mrs Slocombe requested. βI believe we might be able to find one that suits Sirβs mother-in-law.β
Miss Brahms curtsied politely, turned around, dropped the grin, and muttered something under her breath as she went to fetch the scarves.
Across the floor Captain Peacock was delivering a young man over to the men's counter. βMr Grainger? Are you free?β
βIβm afraid not, Captain Peacock,β replied an elderly gentleman. βIβm just serving an American tourist that requires trousers.β
βIs Mr Humphries free?β Captain Peacock asked.
βIβm free!β cried a thin blonde man who stepped from behind the cabinet, adjusting his tie as he flitted forward. βHow may I assist Sir today?β
βIβm looking for some underwear,β the young man said. βIβve just moved out so I can attend university and Iβve never bought βem before. My mum always did.β
βYou donβt say,β Mr Humphries smirked, taking in the young manβs attire, which consisted of ripped denims, a stained Oxford shirt over a vest, and decrepit leather sandals. βWell, Iβm sure we can find something that will suit you.β
βI want somethinβ real sexy that the girls will dig,β the young man said with a grin. βGot anythinβ saucy?β
Mr Humphries blinked a few times. βThat depends on what you term βsexyβ and βsaucyβ. We have Y-fronts, jockey shorts, and boxer shorts. What do you fancy?β
βBoxers, mate,β the young man nodded, still grinning.
Mr Humphries smiled his charming smile, then turned and addressed his junior. βMr Lucas? Are you free?β
Mr Lucas had been sneaking a peek into a large textbook when he heard his superior call for him. He shut it quickly and pretended he had been waiting for that very moment. βYou seem to have caught me in the middle of nothing, Mr Humphries.β
βDo tell,β Mr Humphries smirked, for he knew better. βIn that case, would you care to assist in selling some sexy saucy skivvies to Sir?β
βSay that five times fast,β Mr Lucas chuckled, taking out a drawer full of boxer shorts.
Back at the ladiesβ counter Mrs Slocombe was losing her patience with the middle-aged gentleman. Scarves were strewn everywhere, as well as several hats and about ten pairs of gloves. Despite everything sheβd shown him the gentleman was still unsure of what to purchase.
βI just canβt make up my mind,β he frowned. βDo you have any other suggestions?β
Mrs Slocombe gripped the edge of the counter for support. βIndeed I do,β she said through gritted teeth. She fought the urge to tell him what she really wanted to say and replied, βI shall have my assistant fetch one more item from the stock-room. Miss Brahms? Would you get me the new dressing gowns from the stock-room? I believe the Vicar of Dibley line should do nicely.β
βBut theyβre on the top shelf,β Miss Brahms exclaimed. βOh, please donβt make me go up there, Mrs Slocombe. Iβve no head for heights!β
βOh very well,β Mrs Slocombe grumbled. She then caught the eye of the floorwalker before calling, βCaptain Peacock, are you free?β
βAt the moment, Mrs Slocombe,β Captain Peacock drawled.
βWould you please assist my junior in obtaining some dressing gowns from the top shelf of the stock-room?β Mrs Slocombe requested in her most obliging tone.
βUnfortunately I am unable to do so, Mrs Slocombe,β Captain Peacock sighed. βIβm afraid I did my back in this past weekend playing golf with an old Army chum. However, I shall have Mr Lucas come and assist you.β He left the ladiesβ and walked over to the menβs counter. βMr Lucas, please step forward.β
βIβm sorry, Captain Peacock,β Mr Lucas refused politely. βIβm just helping Mr Humphries with this young man.β
βMr Lucas,β Captain Peacock said, with a very impatient note to his voice. βStep forward. Now.β
Mr Humphries looked at the junior, who had gone a bit pale. Abandoning the boxer shorts in his hand Mr Lucas did as he was told. When he was close enough Captain Peacock gripped his arm roughly and led him away from the counter. Once they were out of earshot the floorwalker quietly snarled, βI am in charge of this floor, Mr Lucas, and when I give an order you are to hasten to obey it, regardless of whether you are assisting a customer or another salesman. Do I make myself clear?β
Mr Lucas stared at Captain Peacock, shock written all over his face. He nodded. βYes, Captain Peacock.β
The floorwalker released his arm, pointed to the ladiesβ stock-room, and growled, βMiss Brahms requires some assistance in obtaining some stock from the top shelf. You will go and fetch the items for her. And if I hear one complaint from either of the ladies you will go on report straight away. Understood?β
Mr Lucas nodded again and walked away quickly. Miss Brahms was nearby and looked almost as pale as he did.
βBlimey, whatβs gotten into βim?β she asked when he reached the counter.
βI have no idea,β Mr Lucas replied. βJust show me what you need so I can get it done and maybe not piss him off any worse.β
βThe Vicar of Dibley dressing gowns on the top shelf,β Miss Brahms told him. βTheyβre a little heavy.β
Mr Lucas waved her concern away and went into the stock-room, followed by Miss Brahms. A moment later there was a crash, the sound of splintering wood, and a shout. Mrs Slocombe dropped the gloves she was showing to the gentleman and ran into the stock-room, where Mr Lucas was lying on the floor. The ladder heβd been standing on was broken; three of the rungs had snapped in two, sending him crashing to the ground. In an attempt to steady himself heβd grabbed onto the shelf, which snapped off in his hands and showered him with boxes of merchandise. A large welt was forming on his head as well as a few bruises on his chest where his shirt had been ripped down the middle. He clutched his back and winced as he tried to sit up slowly.
βAre you alright, Mr Lucas?β Miss Brahms cried out. She got down on her knees to examine him.
βI think I mightβve pulled something,β Mr Lucas groaned. He gave up trying to raise himself and allowed Miss Brahms to comfort him. She picked a pair of carnation-pink knickers off his head as Mrs Slocombe kneeled as well.
βYou poor lad,β she simpered. ββEre, someone call Sister and get βim an ice pack!β
βYou stupid boy!β Captain Peacock snapped as he arrived at the scene. βWhat were you playing at?β
βI was only doing what you told me to do,β Mr Lucas retorted. βYou said help Miss Brahms and I did. Only the ladderβs got dry rot and gave way when I got hold of the dressing gowns. Next thing I know Iβm on my back and covered in lacy things.β He pushed a pile of frilly lingerie off his lap in disgust.
βAnything I can do?β Mr Humphries asked, poking his head into the stock-room.
βI think we can manage, Mr Humphries,β Captain Peacock drawled. He turned his attention back to Mr Lucas, who was being doted on by the women. βI suggest you get on your feet and start cleaning up this mess at once.β
βI thought I heard shouting,β came Mr Rumboldβs voice from nearby. He looked in the stock-room and did a double-take. βMr Lucas! What on earth are you doing?β
ββE was helpinβ me get some stock off the top shelf,β Miss Brahms explained. βThe ladder broke and he tried to grab βold of the shelf, but it gave way as well.β
βIβve called Sister,β Mr Grainger grunted as he hobbled over. βSheβs on her way down with some ibuprofen and ice packs.β
βRidiculous,β Captain Peacock growled. βI had worse when I was in the desert. Heβs perfectly alright.β
βCaptain Peacockβs right,β Mr Lucas groaned. βIβll be fi- AUGH!β Heβd tried to sit up again but apparently the pain was too much. Miss Brahms reached under him and extracted a knobbly handbag that heβd been lying on.
βThatβs better,β Mr Lucas panted. βThank you.β
βCaptain Peacock, weβre not in the desert now,β Mr Rumbold reprimanded the floorwalker. βAnd we are certainly not in the Army. Grace Brothers has a strict policy regarding accidents on the job. This should have been reported to me the moment it occurred.β
βBut you came out, anyway,β Mrs Slocombe said, her brow knitted partly in concern for Mr Lucas but mostly in annoyance with Mr Rumbold. βSo you know whatβs βappened.β
βWell, yes,β Mr Rumbold concurred. βTrue. But I shall need to start the necessary paperwork now. Excuse me. Oh! Here comes Sister now.β
A kindly nurse came down the stairs and parted the crowd of onlookers to get to Mr Lucas. Upon seeing the welt on his head and bruises on his chest she tutted and began administering the ice packs in her hands.
βHeβll need some X-rays,β she said. βHere, take these.β She opened a bottle and forced some tablets into his hand. βTheyβre a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. That should bring down the swelling and relieve some of the pain. Can you sit up?β
Mr Lucas made a final attempt to raise himself to a sitting position with the help of the ladies. He winced in pain but was soon propped up and able to swallow the tablets.
βRight, everyone out,β Sister commanded. βYou two keep him sitting up. He mustnβt lie down for thirty minutes after taking those. Someone call a cab. Whoβs going to accompany him to hospital?β
βI will,β Miss Brahms and Mr Humphries said together.
βI think it would be best if Mr Humphries went along,β Mr Rumbold said. βHe can assist Mr Lucas in the emergency room should they require him to change into a hospital gown.β
βI donβt mind if Miss Brahms comes with me,β Mr Lucas whimpered. βSheβs been a great comfort to me.β
Mr Rumbold shook his head. βNo, Mr Humphries shall go with you.β
Mr Humphries smiled as he stepped over the strewn merchandise to take Miss Brahms' place behind Mr Lucas, who was mumbling under his breath.
βI shall call a cab for them,β Mr Grainger stated and wandered over to the ladiesβ phone.
βWhat about Mr Grainger?β Captain Peacock demanded. βYou canβt expect him to run the counter alone.β
βQuite right, Peacock,β Mr Rumbold nodded. βYou shall take Mr Humphriesβ place for the remainder of the day.β
Captain Peacockβs face flushed crimson with fury. βI shall take his place?β
βThatβs right,β Mr Rumbold said. βMr Humphries, if you would, please, loan Captain Peacock your tape measure and chalk?β
Mr Humphries looked as though heβd been asked to pet a starving Rottweiller that was foaming at the mouth. He dipped his hand into his pocket and extracted both items. With a shaking hand he held them up, whereupon Captain Peacock snatched them violently before turning and heading toward the men's counter.
βThe cab is on its way,β Mr Grainger said. βWill there be anything else?β
βNo, Mr Grainger,β Mr Rumbold said, clapping a hand on the senior salesmanβs shoulder. βCaptain Peacock shall be assisting you for the rest of the day. Carry on, everybody!β He waited until the staff dissipated back to their counters before lending a hand to Mr Lucas. He and Mr Humphries pulled the junior up to his feet. βNow, as soon as you hear anything from the doctor you are to phone me straight away and let me know.β
βThank you, Mr Rumbold,β Mr Lucas whimpered. With Mr Humphriesβ help he staggered upstairs to the waiting lift.
βPerhaps you and Miss Brahms can attend to the merchandise,β Mr Rumbold said, pointing to the jumble of goods. βI shall call Mr Mash up to take care of the shelves and ladder.β
βYou know, that could have been one of us,β Mrs Slocombe remarked, running her hand over one of the broken rungs. βThat poor boy. I actually feel terrible for him.β
βIβm sure Mr Lucas will be right as rain in no time,β Mr Rumbold assured her. βNow, if youβll excuse me I must start the necessary paperwork regarding this unfortunate incident.β And with that he was gone, leaving the women with the mess. Mrs Slocombe bent over and picked up a dark green dressing gown, draping it over her arm.
βOh, thatβs perfect!β cried the gentleman, who had been watching the entire affair. βIβll take it!β
βSale, Miss Brahms,β Mrs Slocombe sighed.
Later that afternoon the lift doors dinged open, revealing a very doped-up Mr Lucas who was being directed by Mr Humphries. He had a small bandage on his forehead and his shirt had been repaired with medical tape to prevent baring his chest for the world to see. He swayed a little at the top of the stairs before plodding down them and nearly colliding with the centre display stand. Fortunately he stopped just in time and giggled at the sight of a male mannequin wearing only a pair of bright blue Y-fronts.
βLookit thaβ one,β he said to Mr Humphries. ββE barely fills βem out.β
βYouβre one to talk,β Mr Humphries said with a derisive snort. βCome on, weβd better find Jug Ears and give him a report.β
βOh, Mr Lucas!β Mrs Slocombe cried out. She sprinted toward him. βAre you all right?β
βNever better, Betty-baby,β Mr Lucas drawled. He caught her in a warm, friendly embrace. She stood frozen and looked quite nervous, but allowed him to pat her on the back affectionately. Then he gave her a kiss on the cheek and she looked as though she might faint.
βYouβll have to forgive my friend,β Mr Humphries said. βThey gave him an injection of muscle relaxer and a bottle of the same.β He held up a vial of pills, giving it a shake to demonstrate. βYou should have seen him when I came in the room. He took one look at me and started singing Puff the Magic Dragon, only he exchanged 'Puff' for 'Poof' and didnβt stop until I threatened to perform a certain Jewish operation. Even then he started giggling.β
βHeβs going to be all right, though, isnβt he?β Miss Brahms asked as she joined them in the middle of the floor.
ββAllo, Shirley,β Mr Lucas grinned. βYouβre looking lovely today. You know, I donβt half-fancy you. Whaddya say we go back to my place anβ Iβllβ¦Iβllβ¦β He swayed on the spot until Mr Humphries took his arm to steady him. βUghβ¦I think that stuff they gave me was a bit potent.β
βAll the more reason we should go see Mr Rumbold, tell him what the doctor said, and then get you home,β Mr Humphries said, trying to lead Mr Lucas away from the women.
Captain Peacock came out from a fitting room just then; he went directly to Mr Humphries, looking quite relieved. βAh, youβre back,β he said. βAnd Mr Lucas looks perfectly all right. You will be wanting your tape measure and chalk back, I imagineβ¦β He took both items from his pocket and offered them.
Mr Humphries shook his head. βNo, Iβm afraid not until tomorrow. Mr Lucas is a bit tipsy at the moment from β OI!β He gave Mr Lucasβ arm a hard yank when he noticed the junior was about to slip away toward Miss Brahms. βHeβs had an injection of muscle relaxer, which is the only way heβs able to walk without pain.β Just then Mr Lucasβ knees gave way and he plopped onto the floor. He shook his head in much the same way a dog shakes when doused with water, then began chuckling as if someone told him a very naughty joke. Mr Humphries sighed and pulled him back to his feet. βI think I may need a few of these pills myself tonight.β
Captain Peacockβs expression turned very sour. He watched Mr Humphries struggle with Mr Lucas and was reminded of a petite woman who has bought a fourteen-stone English Mastiff without the luxuries of obedience training or sterilisation.
βWhat did the doctor say?β Miss Brahms asked.
βHang on a minute,β Mr Humphries said. βMr Grainger, might I borrow your chair for a moment?β
βCertainly, Mr Humphries,β Mr Grainger replied. He brought out a wooden chair and set it near the counter. Mr Humphries directed Mr Lucas to it, forced him to sit down, and took the tape measure from Captain Peacock. He tied it around Mr Lucasβ chest, securing him to the chair somewhat, then told him, βYou will stay there until Iβm ready for you. Move one foot and Iβll be more than happy to call a mohel tonight.β
βYou look exhausted, Mr Humphries,β Mrs Slocombe remarked. βDo you want me to go get Mr Rumbold?β
βI think that would be best,β Mr Humphries said. βI canβt leave him alone for more than a few seconds or he wanders off and gets into all sorts of mischief. I had to stop him from groping several nurses and one time he tried to pinch a packet of biscuits from an elderly patient. Not to mention the foul language he used when the doctor told him he has to abstain from certain activities for two whole weeks!β
βWhat sort of activities?β Miss Brahms inquired.
βThat will do, Miss Brahms,β Mrs Slocombe interrupted. βIβll go get Mr Rumbold.β She left the floor while Mr Humphries smacked Mr Lucasβ wrist when he tried to pinch a female customerβs ample rear.
βAside from the obvious injury to his head, he seems perfectly fine,β Captain Peacock remarked.
βHe could have brain damage, you know,β Miss Brahms snapped.
βIt would be very difficult to tell,β Captain Peacock snorted.
βWhy is there medical tape all over his front?β Mr Grainger asked.
βAh, that was my idea,β Mr Humphries said, leaning on the counter for support. βHis shirt is ripped beyond repair and he was a bit self-conscious about his exposed chest, so I found some water-proof tape and did a quick fix while the nurseβs back was turned.β
βWhat about this?β Miss Brahms asked, pointing to the bandage.
βItβs a very minor cut,β Mr Humphries replied. βIβm more worried about the bump on his crown. Iβm afraid vinegar and brown paper wonβt be enough for it, but theyβve given him some anti-inflammatory medicine to keep the swelling down.β
Just then Mr Rumbold appeared on the floor, followed closely behind by Mrs Slocombe. She stood by Miss Brahms, who was still fussing over Mr Lucas while Mr Rumbold looked him over, tutting as he did so.
βOh dear,β he muttered. βHe does look terrible.β
βYouβre not so pretty yourself,β Mr Lucas smirked.
Mr Rumbold bristled at this remark until Mr Humphries sighed and said, βHeβs drugged up, you canβt take anything he says personally. Heβs already told me at least ten times that Iβm his best friend, even though Iβm about as macho as Judy Garland.β
βI see,β Mr Rumbold nodded. βWell, what did the doctor say?β
βThat Iβve got the sweetest ass sheβs ever seen,β Mr Lucas replied.
βNo, she said you were very sweet, even if you are an ass,β Mr Humphries corrected him. βShe also said heβs pulled several muscles in his back and to keep an eye on the bruises. She advised that he stay home from work the rest of this week and heβs not allowed to lift more than ten pounds when he returns. He has an appointment for a recheck in two weeks. Hereβs a copy of his Dos and Donβts for the next fortnight.β Mr Humphries took out a few sheets of paper that had been folded and tucked into his inside coat pocket. He sifted through and handed one to Mr Rumbold. βHereβs his work excuseβ¦copy of the billβ¦copy of the medical chartβ¦and a receipt for the cab fares.β He passed each one to Mr Rumbold, whose expression turned a shade graver as he took them.
βYes, this seems to be in order,β he said as he scanned the pages. βVery well, Mr Lucas, you are excused for the rest of the week. However, we shall require certain documents to be filled out each and every time you see the doctor for this particular condition.β
βOoooh,β Mr Lucas cooed. Heβd just realised that Miss Brahms was right behind him and had craned his neck so he could get a look at her ample bosom. βWibbles wobble but they donβt fall down!β
Miss Brahms jumped back, clutching her hands to her chest, her expression one of shock and fury.
βIβll explain everything to him later when the drugs wear off,β Mr Humphries groaned. βIβd best get him home now. Come along, Mr Lucas!β
βMr Humphries,β Captain Peacock demanded. βMr Lucas has been excused from his position, not you.β
βThatβs quite alright,β Mr Rumbold said, waving aside Captain Peacockβs remark. βItβs obvious that Mr Lucas would be lost without a trusted friend. You are excused for the remainder of the day, Mr Humphries.β
βThank you, Mr Rumbold,β Mr Humphries said. βMr Lucas, are youβ¦oh, rightβ¦β He removed the tape measure restraint and handed it back to Captain Peacock. βJust stick it in my drawer when youβre finished with it,β he added.
βDo you mean to tell me that youβre going along with this charade?β Captain Peacock practically spat. βThe boy is perfectly fine! Why, I had worse injuries when I was fighting Rommel in the desert, yet I still carried on.β
βCaptain Peacock, weβre not in the desert anymore,β Mr Rumbold reprimanded him.
βHe wasnβt in the desert then,β Mr Grainger muttered under his breath to Mrs Slocombe.
βStill, I see no reason why he cannot do his job,β Captain Peacock snapped. βOther than the obvious lack of mental capacity that was present before he was hit on the head.β
βYouβre just cross because youβve had to take up Mr Humphriesβ position today,β Mrs Slocombe growled, βinstead of walking around being a pompous twit.β
βI will not be spoken to like that,β Captain Peacock fumed.
βQuite right,β Mr Rumbold stated firmly.
βThank you,β Captain Peacock said.
βI am the only one with the authority to tell you that youβre a pompous twit,β Mr Rumbold said.
Captain Peacock was fuming now. βI am merely pointing out that Mr Lucasβ condition will in no way interfere with his job duties and that he is being coddled in a manner that will not be beneficial to his physical or mental health.β
βOh go blow it our your ass, Steve,β Mr Lucas suddenly snarled.
Everyone turned to stare at Mr Lucas, who was suddenly quite lucid. He jerked his arm free of Mr Humphriesβ grip and walked right up to Captain Peacock. Their faces were inches apart and although Mr Lucas was slightly shorter than the floorwalker he still seemed to tower over him with his rage.
βI donβt know what your problem is,β Mr Lucas growled, βbut Iβve had it with you. Ever since I started here youβve been downright horrible to me. I donβt know what Iβve done to deserve it but it ends now.β
He took a step back and the staff could see that Captain Peacock was shocked and trying his best to hide it. Mr Lucas turned and addressed Mr Rumbold now in a much calmer tone.
βI would like to request a transfer to another department when I return,β he stated firmly. βI refuse to work under this man any longer. To do so would jeopardise my emotional and physical health even worse than it is now. And if need be I will consult a solicitor regarding this matter.β
Mr Rumbold shook his head, rocking back and forth on his heels. βThere will be no need for that, Mr Lucas,β he said, holding his hand up defensively. βI quite understand. I shall make some inquiries this week and see that you are transferred to another department. I believe there is an opening in Electronics that might be suitable.β
βThank you, Mr Rumbold,β Mr Lucas said. βNow, if youβll excuse me, my doctor has ordered that I take as much rest as possible this week.β He turned to Mr Grainger and shook his hand. βMr Grainger, it has been a privilege.β Then he addressed the women. βMrs Slocombe, Miss Brahms, it has been an honour.β He took their hands and even kissed their knuckles in a gentlemanly fashion.
He turned to Mr Humphries last and embraced him like a brother. βThank you for everything. You really are my best friend, you know. Iβll miss working with you.β
Mr Humphries looked quite alarmed. βYou canβt leave us,β he whimpered. βWho am I going to share my confidences with?β
βYouβve got my number,β Mr Lucas replied.
Mr Humphries pressed his handkerchief to his mouth to stifle the sobs that were on their way. Mr Lucas smiled affectionately, gave the sales assistant a friendly pat on the back, then started ascending the stairs. At the top he pressed the call button, stepped into the lift, and turned around. βOh, and Captain Peacock?β
βHmm?β the floorwalker answered.
Mr Lucas blew a raspberry and gave him the two-finger salute before disappearing behind the doors.
The next few days were somewhat tense as Mr Rumbold interviewed applicants for Mr Lucasβ old position. On the floor Captain Peacock acted as if nothing had happened while Mr Humphries silently seethed in anger. Mr Grainger forgot more than once that they had no junior and would start to call for Mr Lucas, then catch himself and shake his head solemnly. In fact, the only persons who seemed a bit relieved by his absence were the women.
βI hate to say it, but it is much nicer without Mr Lucas here,β Mrs Slocombe observed at lunch on Friday.
βI know,β Miss Brahms said. βNo rude comments, no insults, no sarky remarksβ¦β
βAnd no laughs,β Mr Humphries sniffled.
βHe was always very kind to me,β Mr Grainger reminisced. βEven though he made all those jokes at our expense, you had to laugh.β
βWell, I didnβt,β Mrs Slocombe retorted disdainfully. βHe was thoroughly aggregating to myself and Miss Brahms.β
βAggravating,β Mr Humphries corrected her. βAggregating is where you collect or gather into a group.β
βWhat, like at special events?β Miss Brahms asked.
βSort of,β Mr Humphries replied. He looked down at his Lancashire hot pot, which heβd hardly touched, and had an idea. βHere, this is a good example.β He pushed all the carrots to one side of his plate. βYou see, the carrots have aggregated to one side.β
βWhy not just say theyβve joined up togevver?β Miss Brahms inquired.
βI donβt know,β Mr Humphries said. βAsk Mrs Slocombe. Sheβs the one who brought it up in the first place.β
βI did not,β Mrs Slocombe snapped. βI merely pointed out that since Mr Lucas is not here the atmosphere is much more amiable and congenital.β
Mr Humphries looked at her with a mixed expression of irritation and pity. βMrs Slocombe, do you ever stop and think before you speak? Itβs times like this when I think of giving you a dictionary for your birthday next month.β
Mrs Slocombe puffed up in fury but before she could retort they were joined by Captain Peacock. No one said a word to him as he sat down. Mr Humphries even went so far as to move to the end of the table, taking up Mr Lucasβ former place. Captain Peacock ignored this and actually began humming under his breath.
βAh, Iβm glad youβre all here,β Mr Rumbold said as he approached their table. βIβve got some good news. Iβve found a suitable applicant to replace Mr Lucas. Heβs young, friendly, energetic, and has some former experience in sales, so he should be able to bring some fresh ideas to our department.β
Mr Humphries looked away from the table as he tried to repress a sob. Miss Brahms put a consoling hand on his arm while Mrs Slocombe inquired, βWhen will he be joining us?β
βMonday morning,β Mr Rumbold beamed. βAs he is new to Grace Brothers I would like for you all to arrive at eight-thirty sharp to meet him and welcome him to our floor.β
βAnd does this new staff member have a name?β Captain Peacock asked.
βOh yes,β Mr Rumbold replied. βMartin Smith. Charming young man. Just left Cambridge last year. Well, I shall leave you to your lunch. Carry on, everybody!β
Mr Grainger watched as the manager walked away and grumbled, βThat didnβt take long.β
βItβs not a difficult position to fill,β Captain Peacock said airily. βThe only qualifications necessary are having a body temperature of approximately ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, knowledge and skills directed toward inspiring and expiring air from oneβs lungs, and the ability to count without the aid of oneβs fingers.β
βIn other words, you would only just be qualified for the position,β Mr Humphries muttered under his breath.
βI heard that, Mr Humphries,β Captain Peacock drawled. βYou would do well to respect your superiors or you might end up looking for such employment yourself.β He picked up his newspaper, which was folded to the comics section, and took a bite of his sandwich.
Mr Humphries turned quite pale but said nothing. Instead he returned his aggregated carrots to the rest of the hot pot, but didnβt eat them. The others were also quite shocked by Captain Peacockβs statement; Mrs Slocombe was now puffed up like a blowfish. She looked ready to pop at any moment. But it was Mr Grainger who spoke next.
βCaptain Peacock, I donβt think that was very fair,β he said as amiably as he could given the tense atmosphere. βMr Humphries is still quite upset about Mr Lucas leaving us. They were quite close, you know. Almost like brothers. And the Canteen is a place where we are allowed to speak freely without fear of reprimands or repercussions.β
βVery true, Ernest,β Captain Peacock replied without looking up from his paper. βHowever, as floorwalker and an ex-officer of the Royal Army I do demand the respect due to me, whether we are on the floor, in the Canteen, or at the social club.β
βYouβre quite correct, Captain Peacock,β Mrs Slocombe said.
Captain Peacock gave her a warm smile. βThank you, Mrs Slocombe.β
βAnd allow me to show you some of the very respect you deserve,β she simpered. She stood up and gave him the two-finger salute along with a particularly damp raspberry. Then she picked up her plate and stalked off to another table, followed by Miss Brahms, Mr Grainger, and Mr Humphries.
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