A part of me resonates with this cartoon. I remember once, a few years ago now, some colleagues and I had a meeting with a pompous patent lawyer, he was rather rotund with a garish waistcoat and a handlebar moustache (a real Billy Bunter character) Anyway it was a rather pointless meeting as he didn't really have a clue about our industry and was leaning on his academic credentials (Oxford) more than any competence for our specific needs. At the end of the meeting we all went through the usual formalities, shook hands (remember that!) and relayed some pleasantries etc. Once he'd left the room we all burst out laughing and someone said "he looks just like the master off of Doctor Who" at which point everyone did Dalek impressions and said things like "I'm the MASTER" in a really deep voice, ah the joys of infantile humour. Anyway what we didn't realise was that before leaving the building our visitor had decided to pay a visit to the men's room and being a modern building (with paper thin walls) had heard everything we said, he stuck his head around the meeting room door and let us all know before he left.
Somewhat embarrassing to say the least! As you can probably imagine the business relationship didn't progress any further and I always feel slightly guilty about taking the mickey out of him, then again, he was the dead spitting image of THE MASTER and clearly had no sense of humour, probably just as well we didn't engage him in the end.
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