We had a Royal visit at work as part of a charity year and the fundraising team are all gathered suited and booted for a reception in the boardroom.
The Queen and Phil were late arriving but eventually entered the room and started walking along the line up of reps stopping occasionaly for the small talk routine.
The employee line up was 2 deep with anyone in the back row having little chance of a chat. One guy from my department, you get them everywhere, pushed and pulled his way forward just as Phil walked past, leaving him little option but to stop and talk with him.
Blah, blah, blah and what do you do here ? Says Phil.
I manage all the building services says our man.
Would that include the lifts ? Phil enquired.
Oh yes indeed sir. Says Mr Pushy, now standing as erect as a Buckingham Palace guardsman waiting for a medal to be pinned to his chest.
Hmmmm, well you’re clearly not very good at it, we’ve just spent 10 minutes trapped in one of your lifts on the way up here. I’m wondering if it will be safer using the stairs when we leave.
Our pushy work mate was completely deflated and never lived it down. He was even presented with a framed photo of that conversation at his retirement bash.